Celebrating Living Poets: Marcela Sulak

We are at Day 6 – – almost a week into the Slice of Life Challenge for 2026, which runs all of March. This month, I’m celebrating a different living poet each day by using their collections to create a Cento poem; I take existing lines and weave them into a new “original” poem by mixing them in new ways. I first learned of Marcela Sulak through The Stafford Challenge last year, and today I’m using The Fault to create a Cento poem.

You can read about Marcela Sulak here and here.

O’er the Mill, a Rampart in Bloom

This morning on the bridge across the ancient mills

a tiny rampart is born

an orchestra of spontaneity. Please

allow that it’s supposed to be in bloom.

Lines from the Cento were taken from (in this order): To Listen One Must Love Seeds; Rampart; The Nest; Brazen

9 Replies to “Celebrating Living Poets: Marcela Sulak”

  1. I can see this so clearly, the little early (too early?) spring sprouts trying to keep winter from returning. We’ve got a few of those brave. spontaneous sprouts next to our foundation. I’m rooting for them.

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    1. Me too! I can’t wait to see the daffodils at Gibbs Gardens in Ball Ground, Georgia later this month. The bloom report comes out daily with people’s pictures, and it makes me smile just thinking about all the blooms ahead. Thanks for reading!

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  2. Kim,

    When I saw the word “rampart” my mind went to the national anthem. I’m glad I was wrong about the word’s usage here. Tjis poem reminds me of Thurber’s “The Last Flower.” It gives me hope.

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    1. Glenda, it’s funny you say that because when I chose that line, I looked it up after my mind went there too. Then I saw the third definition (3)
      : a wall-like ridge (as of rock fragments, earth, or debris) and that imagery was ripe for a bloom. The God-made rampart appeals to me so much more than the man-made bulwarks.

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