I did the 'writing through' exercise Joanna Preston suggested for my poem yesterday. Today I tackled part two. The characters I created in my wee 'fairy tale' have taken on a life of their own. This is part of the woodman's story. As yet untitled. It could well go on to be part of a bigger story.
I'm found licking honey from the thorn
I woke rocking
in the vagabond's caravan
rescued from mad pursuit of the illustrious object
I have become all crepitous bone and walking shadow
with the knocking of wood peckers in my ears
a pilgrim searching for ancient fibers of her
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"all crepitus bone and walking shadow / with the knocking of woodpeckers in my ears" great images, a fine tale unfolding. =)
ReplyDeleteWow. I love the leap from “licking honey from the thorn” (great opening image) to waking “in the vagabond's caravan”.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right – this could go anywhere!