I’ve always been fascinated by the Beaufort Scale. It could be because the concept of measurement itself is intrinsically interesting, but how the Beaufort Scale grapples with wind is a sort of poetry. Its language is simple and elegant, metaphorical. And it’s served as a point of inspiration for:
- a book, Defining the Wind,
- this very cool art/poetry piece,
- a Poets Scale,
- and at least one poem (“Nocturne,” by Sarah Gridley, from Weather Eye Open), though I’m sure there are others.
Also in the realm of good news, two poems were accepted by a journal I’d given up on hearing from, it’d been so long. Nice to break up those rejections here and there, yes?