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Fall Poetry Prompt: Coming Home Poems

By Callie Feyen 16 Comments

How is the season of fall a homecoming?
“Do you know they call it ‘HOCO’ now,” This is a text from my friend Celena, a gal I’ve known since I was thirteen.  We met on a soccer field, neither of us were playing the game. In a blink, we were best friends.

I’m in a coffeeshop with my daughters Hadley and Harper when the text comes through. It’s a rainy, cold Monday afternoon, and the three of us are supposed to be doing homework. Hadley’s working on an assignment where she is supposed to write about one important life event. (“You know,” she tells me, “like a soccer game.”) Harper’s working on solving math story problems, and I’m staring at a manuscript trying to decide whether it is me, or my manuscript that’s acting like a toddler who can’t get her way, when Celena texts me about HOCO.

I pick up my phone and see a picture of her son holding a sign that requests the honor of a girl’s presence at Homecoming, but it’s now called “HOCO.”

“That is the sweetest photo ever,” I text back. “And, no, I didn’t know it’s now called, ‘HOCO.'” I click on the emoji of the old woman with glasses and a bun — I’ve been using that one a lot, lately.

“Does it bring back memories?” Celena asks.

Any work I might’ve completed is forgotten. I am now in the ’90s, wearing Keds and my drill team outfit because I’m not trying to pretend that polyester pleated skirt, and that matching sweater with the orange OP logo smack in the center wasn’t my all time favorite outfit. Ever.

“Didn’t you hire a purple gorilla to ask a guy to HOCO?” I text, giggling like I’m 16 again.

“It was King of Hearts.” (That’s the dance where the girls ask the boys.) “And the gorilla was holding balloons.”

“Classic,” I text back.

Hadley and Harper want to know what I’m laughing at. “HOCO,” I tell them. They look at me like I’ve just sneezed. They are so behind the times.

“Remember the year I had impetigo?” I text. “That was fun times.”

I’d caught the world’s most unfortunate, most disgusting, most contagious rash in the wrestling room of my high school. Impetigo spreads as fast as a high school rumor. In fact, “Callie got impetigo from the wrestling room,” had a slight but effective revision by the time school was out that day. (Drop the “ing,” add “ers” to wrestle, and get rid of “room.”)

“Remember I had to wear my own mask for our ‘Thriller’ routine we performed at half-time?”

That year, Homecoming fell around Halloween. We drill-teamers donned orange T-shirts, black leggings, our sparkling white Keds, and we each wore a black mask, a prop that, because of my unfortunate rash, we all had to be careful no one accidentally took my infectious one. I think the coach wrote my name on the inside with a Sharpie.

We danced our way through Michael Jackson’s “Thriller,” that October Saturday. We walked like zombies, and we did the running man and the flying splits to the cheers and roars of the crowd. The team’s final position was a pumpkin, and we rippled our way to the gourd’s death as Vincent Price laughed his deliciously wicked laugh.

To this day I don’t remember a minute of shame or sadness I might’ve felt over my skin condition or the rumors about it, but I can hear the crowd, feel the football field’s divots under my feet, and I can feel the pulsating beat of the music in my soul. I have never felt so at home with myself than when I was dancing.

I am thankful for the mini reunion Celena and I had on this rainy, new fall eve. She reminded me of the many mischievous, sweet, awkward, and hilarious ways we find home: in our schools, in our friends, in our first, second, and third crushes, in our sports, and in ourselves.

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For this week’s prompt, write a fall coming home poem. Perhaps you want to write about a Homecoming Dance, or maybe you want to explore the ways you find home in your community this season.

Featured Poem

Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a poem from Monica Sharman that we enjoyed.:

Everybody here knows what you mean
when you say, “The colors,” especially now,

the second day in October. They know
you’re talking about leaves turning away

from green — as in the yellows of elm and cottonwood,
the red-orange maple, the purple-red ash and aspen gold.

But only because we live here. Someplace else, where a year
is not so divided by seasons, colors

means something else — as in a knitter’s choice of skeins,
a budding artist’s paints for her work

in progress, a chef’s arrangement of aubergines
nestled against purple baby potatoes

and yams as bright as, yes, the turning leaves.
Colors — as in every shade surrounding

the second day of October, the day this year
when my mother would have turned eighty

and I remember that she loved palette words:
ecru,
chartreuse,
fuchsia,
and all the brightest reds
of the turning leaves.

—Monica Sharman
 

Photo by kloniwotski, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Post by Callie Feyen, author of The Teacher Diaries: Romeo and Juliet.

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Callie Feyen likes Converse tennis shoes and colorful high heels, reading the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins, and the Twilight series. Her favorite outfit has always been a well-worn pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, but she wants hoop skirts with loads of tulle to come back into style. Her favorite line from literature comes from Sharon Creech’s Absolutely Normal Chaos: “I don’t know who I am yet. I’m still waiting to find out.” Feyen has served as the At-Risk Literacy Specialist in the Ypsilanti Public Schools and is the author of Twirl: my life with stories, writing & clothes and The Teacher Diaries: Romeo and Juliet.
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About Callie Feyen

Callie Feyen likes Converse tennis shoes and colorful high heels, reading the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins, and the Twilight series. Her favorite outfit has always been a well-worn pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, but she wants hoop skirts with loads of tulle to come back into style. Her favorite line from literature comes from Sharon Creech’s Absolutely Normal Chaos: “I don’t know who I am yet. I’m still waiting to find out.” Feyen has served as the At-Risk Literacy Specialist in the Ypsilanti Public Schools and is the author of Twirl: my life with stories, writing & clothes and The Teacher Diaries: Romeo and Juliet.

Comments

  1. Megan Willome says

    October 8, 2018 at 8:37 am

    Love your poem, Monica, for so many reasons, not the least of which is that I am enjoying the aspens and cottonwoods in your state right now. Had to drive two states north to find fall!

    Reply
    • Monica Sharman says

      October 9, 2018 at 5:30 pm

      Welcome! Welcome!

      Reply
  2. Janice Lynch Schuster says

    October 8, 2018 at 1:35 pm

    Would you like us to share our poems? IF so, how? I”m a patron, but I can’t recall how to sign in. What a day. Hard to think of fall when all of my flowers are still blooming here in Annapolis Maryland. If only you could see my hibiscus!

    Reply
    • Donna Falcone says

      October 8, 2018 at 1:58 pm

      Hi Janice! What a great question, thank you. We are so glad you’re here.

      Yes, please do! You don’t need to sign in to share on Monday Poetry Prompts. Callie’s prompts here are wide open, as are many other Tweetspeak posts.! So please, share your Fall Coming poem(s) here in the comment box. Come back next Monday for a brand new Octoberish prompt.

      You can find Patreon passwords on Patreon. I am pretty sure, if you see a post here that says sweet poetry you need a password, there should be a link over to it on Patreon, for members. 🙂

      Welcome!

      Reply
    • Callie Feyen says

      October 9, 2018 at 2:38 pm

      Yes! Please submit in the comments. We’d love to read your work!
      And I see you are from Annapolis! I lived in DC, Silver Spring, and Germantown. The mid-atlantic has such beautiful falls, I think.

      Reply
  3. Jason A. Muckley says

    October 8, 2018 at 9:18 pm

    The brilliant Fall
    Started out like a dream
    Pumpkin spice
    Apple picking
    Leaf peeping
    Golden aspens in the mountains

    Then came the cold
    Chilling to the bone
    Fog hid the sun
    Storms clouded
    Rain stung
    Days felt like long nights

    Fall marks a season of dying
    A season of decline
    The ending
    Coming home
    Unwelcomed
    Not on my own terms

    Reply
    • Donna Falcone says

      October 9, 2018 at 5:05 am

      Jason, I’m so glad you shared your poem here. I love the way you assigned intention to nouns – clouds hid, storms clouded, rain stung. Nice. I could feel fall in this.

      Reply
    • Callie says

      October 9, 2018 at 2:42 pm

      Jason,
      I agree with Donna – I felt a lot of this poem. I also appreciate the darker side of fall that you illustrate here. The last phrase strikes me as well, “Not on my own terms.” I have to learn that Fall enters on its own terms every year.
      Thanks for sharing!

      Reply
  4. Janice Lynch Schuster says

    October 9, 2018 at 6:24 pm

    I decided to recite my homecoming poem rather than to write it down as I have had trouble lately writing. I hope this will be OK and that others will have a chance to see it.

    https://youtu.be/cMgt2TjhInQ

    Reply
    • Donna Falcone says

      October 9, 2018 at 7:33 pm

      I really liked the way you came to your conclusion…. which I won’t say here and give away your ending. Thank you for sharing!

      Reply
      • Janice Lynch Schuster says

        October 9, 2018 at 8:00 pm

        Thank you. I was in reality quite upset! But the years have taught me alternative responses!

        Reply
        • Donna Falcone says

          October 9, 2018 at 8:05 pm

          🙂

          Reply
    • Callie Feyen says

      October 12, 2018 at 12:24 pm

      I loved listening to you, Janice. I wrote down these two phrases: “noise I never understood,” and “leaves leading me to them” because they made me pause, and also smile. I believe you captured the wildness of motherhood quite well in your poem.

      Reply
  5. Jake c aller says

    October 14, 2018 at 4:07 am

    Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?
    I have been a rambling man
    All my adult life

    Grew up in Berkeley, California
    Went to College in Hayward and Oberlin

    During my lost year
    Lost in a fog of booze and pot

    Then I came back to reality
    And went to college

    In Stockton, California
    The central Valley

    Ohio transplanted to California
    Then after four years in Stockton

    With extended weekends
    and breaks in Berkeley

    I became an expatriate wanderer
    Peace Corps worker in Korea

    Then taught ESL in Korea
    For four years

    Occasionally returning to my home
    But always wanting to be elsewhere

    Then back to Korea

    And then Seattle for four years
    Driving back and forth to the bay area
    Stopping off in Southern Oregon

    Eventually bought a house and duplex
    In Southern Oregon

    Vaguely thinking we would retire there
    Some day when my rambling ways were over

    Then back to Korea for three more years
    Then I joined the Foreign service

    And my wife the military
    And I wandered the world again

    Always somewhere
    Always dreaming of my next somewhere

    Never there
    As I was a permanent expat

    And a diplomat to boot
    Never a local

    But never really felt I belong there
    Or in the America
    That was becoming more and more
    A foreign land
    The longer I stayed away

    I stayed on in DC for almost ten years
    Off and on
    But never really felt that I belong there

    I was too West Coast in my heart
    And DC seemed to be

    Just a place to stay
    In between travels

    Stayed in Thailand
    Then later India
    And Eastern Caribbean
    And later Spain

    Traveled to 45 countries
    Lived in ten

    And now I am retired
    Still torn between

    living the expat life
    In Seoul, Korea

    And returning to the West Coast
    And occasionally back to DC
    and Florida as well

    And I wonder
    Where do I belong

    Where do I belong
    Other than wherever
    My wife and I end up

    Neither here nor there
    Half way there

    And so is that my fate
    Never to really belong

    Never to have roots in the ground
    Always wanting to be somewhere else

    Always a stranger in my native land
    And a stranger in my other home
    Across the sea

    There is no answer to these questions
    As the rambling urge comes again

    And I prepare to move yet again
    Hoping someday I will be

    Somewhere where I can stop
    These rambling blues
    And really be there

    Reply

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