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Harry Potter 6

(Poem 243 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Severus’s mother was the magical
being he wished he could be named
for instead of his Muggle father whose
surname he got stuck with—Snape.
To hate your own blood, or any part of
yourself is a curse that can only lead
to misery and misfortune for the bearer.
I suppose he had that in common with
Tom and Hitler, and who knows how
many other evil people who throughout
time have wanted to root out others
because they despise their own roots.

@Home Studio – 243rd poem of the year (After watching it at home while Lydia & Charlotte watched it at Cinemark on 8/30/24 for Back to Hogwarts Week)

Yates, David. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Warner Bros., 2009.

Harry Potter 5

(Poem 242 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

I paid closer attention to Kingsley Shacklebolt
this time through the Order and found myself
wishing for more of his story, especially knowing
that he eventually became the Minister of Magic.
Not only does he look quite kingsly, but he is in
the inner circle of Dumbledore’s most trusted
friends, a fierce protector of Harry, and brave
in combat against multiple evil villains repeatedly.
We would be about the same age in real life.
He is a man I would love to meet could he step
from the pages and sit with me for a cup of tea.

@Home Studio – 242nd poem of the year (After watching it at Cinemark with Debbie & Celinda on 8/29/24 for Back to Hogwarts Week)

Yates, David. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Warner Bros., 2007.

Harry Potter 4

(Poem 241 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

I think what I noticed most this
time around the Goblet of Fire
was just how good a young man
Cedric Diggory was depicted as.
He was the lad every girl would
want to bring home to meet the
parents and the British version
of the quarterback All-American—
a man’s man, rugged good looks
and charm, kind to everyone and
if he could be so effortlessly killed,
what did that say for everyone else?

@Home Studio – 241st poem of the year (After watching it at Cinemark with Debbie, Jenny, Celinda, David, & Charlotte on 8/28/24 for Back to Hogwarts Week)

Newell, Mike. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Warner Bros., 2005

Harry Potter 3

(Poem 240 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Scabbers lived the good life
for 12 years with the Weasley
family, a suspiciously long
time for a rat with teenage
boys for primary caretakers.
Enemy of Crookshanks for
false accusations of ratricied,
motivation for Sirius to flee
Azkaban after spotting him,
found in Hagrid’s cabin where
he hid like the coward he is,
an Animagus whose unforgivable
betrayal created orphans of
too many children to count.

@Home Studio – 240th poem of the year (After watching it at Cinemark with Debbie, Celinda, David, & Charlotte on 8/27/24 for Back to Hogwarts Week)

Cuarón, Alfonso, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Warner Bros., 2004.

Harry Potter 2

(Poem 239 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Sneaky, sneaky little red-head
naughty girl, how did I not notice
you before with your guilty looks
and furtive glances as you wrote
with Tom in your evil journal?
As many times as I’ve watched
this movie, I’ve never noticed
the full-grown adult man who
slipped the diary into your books,
and started you down the dark
path that nearly cost you your life.

Rebekah Marshall @Home Studio on 9/5/24 @ 8:00pm – 239th poem of the year (After watching it at Cinemark with Celinda & Charlotte on 8/26/24 for Back to Hogwarts Week)

Columbus, Chris, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Warner Bros., 2002.

Harry Potter 1

(Poem 238 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

This time around, what struck me most
was how utterly alone Harry was before
finding his family and place at Hogwarts.
A boy of 11 should not have to bear the
cruelty he endured at the hands of his
neglectful relatives in the cupboard under
the stairs at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging.
Told his whole life he’d amount to nothing
and best make himself scarce, then told
he’s famous, the boy who lived, a magical
miracle admired and marveled at by all,
is enough to warp the mind and heart.
Yet, this little boy is willing to face any
enemy, that others might live without fear.

@Home Studio – 238th poem of the year (After watching it at Cinemark with Debbie, Celinda, Paula, Jenny, Erica, Jacob, Caleb, Ava, Charlotte, & Lydia on 8/25/24 for Back to Hogwarts Week)

Columbus, Chris, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Warner Bros., 2001.

Antinet Zettelkasten

(Poem 237 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/rtQdRI

Analog externality boxes
technical materials into
physical reality’s system.
Numeric-alpha notecards
are self-referential links
with limitless possibility.
Arbitrary internal branches
flow from trees both chaotic
and ordered with fluidity.
Indexing a map of keys and
values connects the leaves
on the branches on the trees.
Ordered randomness forms
from a system written one
structured thought at a time.

@Home Studio – 237th poem of the year

Scheper, Scott. Antinet Zettelkasten. Greenlight, LLC, 2022.

Runner ups for the Antinet photos to accompany my poem:

Emily in Paris

(Poem 236 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Emily in Paris
wears couture,
and speaks very
little French beyond
je ne comprends pas.
Nonsensical fantasy,
masquerade balls,
friends to lovers,
pregnant brides
leave grooms at
the altar to run off
to Greece with
another woman,
lovers’ triangles–non,
lovers’ pentagons.
Galas and lunches,
gorgeous people,
a French chef,
oh là là.
Silver-voiced
roommates who
sing Enchanté,
more fashion than
one decadent femme
could possibly possess,
merci beaucoup,
and everyone she
meets has that
je ne sais quoi
that Americans
simply do not
understand.

@Home Studio – 236th poem of the year (After watching Emily in Paris.)

Star, Darren, et al. Emily in Paris. Widescreen. Los Angeles, CA, Paramount, 2021.

UFO

(Poem 234 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/6xE6e6 (It looked like this, but triangular shaped.)

Nearing dusk in the
falling in love time
of year when we said
our goodbyes longer
than was necessary,
a UFO floated above,
slowly, gracefully, for
a machine so large,
its triangular shape
at once distinct and
completely unclear.

The size of a city block,
it made no sound,
shone no lights, nor
revealed exhaust,
but simply hovered
like a kite out for a
leisurely jaunt taking
a moment to survey
the neighborhood
from the best vantage
point in the clear sky.

My lover and I pointed
heavenward in awe and
disbelief, unsure of the
images our eyes relayed
to our brains, unable to
fully process a craft of
solid black smoothness
suspended in disbelief
as gently as a cloud,
then race north and out
of sight like a memory.

@Home Studio – 234th poem of the year (David and I saw a UFO one evening in 2013 or 2014, when we were still dating.)