My day 24 poem for National Poetry Writing Month sort of uses the prompt on Napowrimo.net—to write an ekphrastic poem about the stuff found in the margins of medieval manuscripts. I made a couple of attempts, but quickly got bored. So, this is what I ended up doing:

…and there was much rejoicing

I know the Xerox copier was only a loaner,
and Brother Dominic had to go back to pen and paper
for the next 500 sets.

But I’m really not interested
in whatever bizarre renderings—
            the dragon-like creatures,
            cat-headed snails,
            bat-winged boars,
            flatulent knights jousting,
            naughty priests,
            and nasty nuns—
he consigned to the margins
of his assigned manuscripts.

If I really want to see medieval figures playing butt trumpets,
I’ve got Monty Python and the Holy Grail on blu-ray.

(23 April 2017—posted April 24th ET)