California Copacetic
My 2017 entry in CV2's 2-Day Poem Contest
The CV2 2-Day Poem Contest, is an annual event put on by the Winnipeg-based journal, Contemporary Verse 2. A list of 10 words, often made up of archaic ones, is released on the specified Friday in April, precisely at 12am-midnight, from which point you have 48 hours to create a poem containing each word, in the form given by the contest organizers.
It's Monkeys in a Barrel on speed; the most fun a poet and lover of words can have... while simultaneously having an aneurysm!
Here is my entry from 2017. I've set the 10 given words in bold in order to help the reader find them... although, I've no doubt you would have picked out "absquatulated" on your own.
California Copacetic
This daguerreotype exists from 1839,
after he grew his whiskers long to keep
the gnats from gnawing at his face.
You can see that tarnished edges frame
a handsome silhouette, emerging evidence
those rougher cuts of cloth he wore fit fine.
Yet still, he's unaware his life's unfolding
begets a certain curiosity a century or so
beyond the capture of this image.
What options does a man consider when
accusations—bogus bunk—are made?
A murder (he did not commit) might
land a man in dank detention until
a noose should stretch his neck to snap!
To avoid bombastic court proceedings at
all cost was deemed the most judicious
course to take, and so John Adams slung
a stippled shotgun round his shoulder
and moved on. He gave up fitting boots
and shoes to East Coast women’s most
elegant hooves and absquatulated before
the Boston Watch could bring him in for
questioning. He’d head out west. A multitude
of men—49ers—might increase his chance
of reaching the Sierra Nevada range under
cover of anonymity. Once there, alone
and fragile as a foundling, John Adams
began to build the necessary wits and skills
to start his life anew. And here, this story
takes a familiar turn for children of the '70s
who begged to watch The Life and Times
of Grizzly Adams before bed. The real-life
mountain man was dead at 48. (We thought
he’d live forever.) I like to think of him alive
and up there still, becoming old and grizzled
(much the way we all succumb to age) with
a receding hairline. Unroofed? Perhaps, but
not unhinged. He's enjoying retirement in
worn, well-fitted boots, without a care at all
to bring him down from his mountainside
cabin. I imagine he’s up there now,
sipping a cold one from a local brewery
and feeling very California copacetic.
*Bonus! The image found through the Library of Congress Archives is actually titled: "Grizzly" Adams, full-length portrait, walking with grizzly bear named Ben Franklin] / Eastman-Loomis, S.F.
About the Creator
Christina Perry
Christina is a traveler, a dreamer and a poet. Her writing is often influened by her work as a speech-language pathologist in Northern Manitoba with First Nations peoples.
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