We are now on Chapter 2 of Kate Clanchy’s wonderful book, ‘How To Grow Your Own Poem’.
Please find the warm-up exercise (‘The Surrealist Game’) in a separate thread.
This thread here is the follow-up exercise. (Page 40/41)
1. Write down an abstraction that interests you, such as desire. Or a place/a time if you like.
2. Now use a concrete metaphor to define it: a person, an animal, a food, etc.
3. So now you have made an idea into a thing, elaborate on it a little.
4. Write a short poem exploring this association.
Examples:
Fame
Fame is a bee.
It has a song -
It has a sting -
Ah, too, it has a wing.
~ Emily Dickinson
Want
Want is quiet but it sticks around.
It takes a seat before it makes itself known.
Want’s eyes glint, and its tongue flickers.
Want will listen, and wait, and study,
it learns everything. It learns you.
Want smiles and soon after it laughs -
not with you.
Want mocks in whispers and sometimes
(if you are unlucky)
Want will shout.
~ Rachel Gittens (16)
Short Poems from a Metaphor
- Dee
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Haha! Just don’t drop it!
The floor had to be unswept because there was no way that buttered and honeyed bread could be enjoyed the same, even if it was picked up and attempted.
A childhood friend of mine wants me to reminisce with him about things and people I can scarcely remember. He lives in the past and the past still lives around him… and he can’t understand why I can’t and don’t even want to go back there. I never liked thinking about the past. This poem explains exactly why.
The floor had to be unswept because there was no way that buttered and honeyed bread could be enjoyed the same, even if it was picked up and attempted.
A childhood friend of mine wants me to reminisce with him about things and people I can scarcely remember. He lives in the past and the past still lives around him… and he can’t understand why I can’t and don’t even want to go back there. I never liked thinking about the past. This poem explains exactly why.
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Well, this perfectly sums up your week of bliss under Celtic skies! So very lovely. I feel the pull from the invisible eagles and the mermaids to revisit.
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What a clever way to express your back-turning on revisiting the past!Dee wrote: ↑Mon Jun 06, 2022 10:20 amHaha! Just don’t drop it!
The floor had to be unswept because there was no way that buttered and honeyed bread could be enjoyed the same, even if it was picked up and attempted.
A childhood friend of mine wants me to reminisce with him about things and people I can scarcely remember. He lives in the past and the past still lives around him… and he can’t understand why I can’t and don’t even want to go back there. I never liked thinking about the past. This poem explains exactly why.
Like Mz. Moonchime, I now want to slather some toast in that golden elixir.
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Love the first line already, and it only gets better. Interesting how safety is defined by not being tormented by thinking. Really liked the the image of the protective bears, both fierce and soothing, and the word choice of ‘flit’. This is great, Mz H. So concise and original.
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My favourite line here is the first one, so intimate and universal. Gruyèred macaroni sounds fun!
This is properly scary stuff, Mz H! ‘Whipping blade’ is awesome. Favourite line.
Can we have some more please?
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