This is a photo of a poster in the dining room at the National Conference Center. I love Jitterbug Perfume. I need to try to figure out how to use this as a basis for a Creative Writing exercise in descriptive and fanciful writing. It’s so imaginative, it goes way out beyond extended metaphor. Part of it is the wild riff on beets themselves, and part of it is the repeated comparison to the characteristics of other vegetables.
And that last line. Suddenly beet people are desperate, perhaps visionary, perhaps utterly mad.
Try it. Choose a random thing, a thing among things, something you can compare to other items in a similar category: paper clips, Legos, dogwood tree. Describe it, in terms of itself, but also in terms of the other things in its category. Who exemplifies the characteristics of your item? Remember that you really aren’t describing an item at all, but a person.
1. Kitty snuggles. (Except at 3 in the morning. No, even that is sweet, if disruptive. Thor seems to have some anxiety issues related to Mama going away. He kept waking me up. He wanted to perch on top of me–shoulder, hip–but seemed to need to hold on with his claws. Sigh. Still, midnight purrs and kitty kisses are precious.)
2. Being home. Being away, and then being home again.
3. Making plans, making progress toward goals.
4. Morning sun.
5. The moon, the moon, the moon.
May we walk in Beauty!
Last night I posted a fragment of a pantoum that I hoped to finish today. Instead, when my head hit the pillow, a new idea began to form, and now I have other ideas. I think it’s not too thunky for a first pantoum. I want to work on more of them just for the fun of it, though this one is thematically perhaps not so fun.
There are so many things to write.
There is more than a chicken egg, speckled blue,
more than the way the flash of sun momentarily overcomes sight,
more than way I am always seeking a path to you.
There is more to write than an egg, speckled blue.
There is apathy, for instance, and betrayal, and war,
there is always the way that I am seeking that path to you,
but there are drones that spill death on a distant valley floor.
There is the way that apathy and betrayal lead to war,
there is the fact that we use religion to excuse our hate,
and those drones keep spilling death on a distant valley floor,
while we ignore our role in it, while we hesitate.
Religion is a poor excuse for permission to hate.
And sunny dogmas often obscure our sight.
Take responsibility for each other, don’t hesitate.
There is so much more to write.
Prompt for Saturday
Okay, Sandra Collin, here goes. Write a poem about sticky words. I love this and am nervous that I won’t be able to do it any justice. Thanks for the prompt!
1. Dancing in fairy dust at the shop
2. Unpacking a box of incense. I smell so good!
3. Kitty cuddles
4. Rose Quartz
5. Chicken Soup with Rice–the food and the book.
May we walk in beauty.