During a pandemic is is nice to have a routine engagement in the diary. If it is Tuesday, then it is time to write and post the weekly poem, even though it be a first draft. I have been working hard on the MACGeopark Poetry Map project, so it was like rediscovering play this morning when I realised I could write anything at all that I wanted. The sheet was blank. So was my mind, too!
But I took up my Personal Universal Deck, a little activity set during NaPoWriMo2021 last month, and pulled some cards to see what sparked. If you want to create your own set of poetry prompt cards I refer you to that original NaPoWriMo post on Day 3. They post a link that tells you how to make your own. ttps://paulenelson.com/workshops/personal-universe-deck/. It’s quite a long process as my students and I found out. This was the first time I actually put them through their paces.
The benefits of word play…and I stress the play element, is not to be underestimated. It has been a cold, rainy Spring here in Ireland and some outdoor projects have been put on the long finger. Temperatures have been so low at night time we have delayed planting. So play has to devolve to indoor activities a good deal of time this past month. Anyway, a bit of whimsy and word play is a bit of fun on a damp Tuesday.
Tuning Fork Strike it on my cast iron hearth. It trembles, quivers as it vibrates, hums just like my husband's, quiet breath in tune with his internal beat and flow (a great favourite word of his). Even as the cats' whiskers twitch, as do the little deaf dog's ears alert, then subside back into slumber. Whose tune? What melody line flirts around the kitchen and the living room? Airwaves stroke like long fingers in concert, musician's hands working the afternoon Palm Court crowd supping fancy tea, wiping melted butter oozing off crumpets. All in time to the sweep and sway of stringed instuments, sometimes lulled, sometimes breathless with tension, suppressing excitement, the breath shallow, chest heaving. What key do we play in today? Can we learn to sight read the shivering airwaves, divine the call for right response? Or let them dance like dust motes play, suspended in the late afternoon light. Copyright © Bee Smith, 2021. All rights reserved.
If it is a dull day and you fancy trying your hand at writing a poem, you could do worse than peruse the poetry prompts I have been posting to inspire geoheritage poems to be submitted to our digital Geopark Poetry Map. I have been making daily posts the past ten days and will do a fortnight’s worth in all. Hope you can have some fun word play today, too. And if it is rainy this weekend you have some inspiration at hand.