Well, it was something of a blinder. How many people would be readily able to answer the question
What promises have you to give?
Or give up on? Or break?
I fiddle-faffed about and made many a false start, none of them really felt right or honest. By that I don't mean confessionally, gut- or bean-spillingly honest about Me and My Life, which, as we all know (don't we, sisters and brothers?), is no kind of pre-requisite to writing anything worthwhile at all. Just feeling truthful, not histrionic or false or self-conscious or whatever. And I wondered if perhaps I'd really been pretty much bowled out this time and perhaps it was the moment to declare and call it a day.
Then one day last week Molly got me up too early to make tea and too late to go back to sleep, and, as I hoped might happen, I more or less sat down and wrote a response in about half an hour (not including reworking and consultation). It's quite possibly flippant and jog-trot and not Serious Poetry at all, but funnily enough I'm remarkably proud of it, not least because I achieved a single B-rhyme through six verses (that's twelve rhymes) without a single repetition (unless you count 'new' and 'knew', which I suppose you should), and a changing intermediate rhyme which includes 'count on' and 'mountain', which isn't quite as cheekliy virtuoso as Geoffrey Hill's 'acrostics' and 'joss sticks' but is fairly bare-arsed...
Anyway, whether or not you've a clue what I'm talking about (it's Friday night after all, I'm a couple of glasses of wine down and you're probably not there at all), I've posted a new response poem in answer to Plutarch's question at Compasses. Go read.
SUNDAY SERENADE
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5 comments:
"Count on" and "mountain." Yep, I'll have to take a look!
I'm not so much on prompts, but as prompts go, that's a rather good one--complicated enough to make one think and also larger in scope than most.
Love it, love it! I keep saying, I envy your poetry writing skills (along with your many others).
Mercy!
the questions make my mind glaze over. Maybe it's because i'm a teetotaler.
Thanks people.
Z - Auden said, 'write drunk, polish sober', which is by and large good advice, not only for actual alcohol-based intoxication, but for any elevated or extreme state - passion, anger, grief, elation...
In fact the clear head of an early morning is often the best catalyst of all.
I did go there to read, and enjoyed every second of it. In fact, read it three times, getting more and more from it each time I did.
You've every reason to feel proud of this, Lucy. Good work!
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