The wind was in a ripping mood, howling
through streets and woods, making corpses
of bleeding hearts and the strongest
of dandelions. Still,
there is comfort to be found
in bones that tell magic tales,
in flesh that dares to discover
nature’s poetry in every breath,
in every voice that speaks of how
all things that live never die—
they grow differently, being
in inked memory.
the first photo was taken right before a spectacular windstorm
that left the bleeding hearts plant practically naked of blooms. The second is
one of the fallen (there were many) drying on my board (the others
now live within the pages of books).
things have been relatively mad around these parts, and I’m
a tad behind. I still didn’t want to miss Sanaa’s Weekly Scribblings #14: Let’s use Pathetic Fallacy, shall we? (write using the literary device “Pathetic
Fallacy”). So, I combined Sanaa’s prompt and the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ prompt for April 13th: 13 is Poetry (choose 3 to 13
(nonconsecutive) words from the quote below, and use them in a poem that is a
deliberate celebration of metaphor), and birthed the poem above.
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the
warmth of their breath. Their
flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an
exception to this annihilation. For in the books they
write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them.
Their humor, their tone of voice, their
moods. Through the written
word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can
perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like
flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according
to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper,
preserved. It is a kind of magic.” — Diane
This is most beautifully done, Magaly. An ode to Spring and life, and acknowledgement of the part death plays in all our lives.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kerry.Delete
I love that you’ve combined pathetic fallacy with metaphor, Magaly, they go together well, especially the repetition of ‘howling through streets and woods’ and the wind’s ‘ripping mood’. I also love ‘bones that tell magic tales’ and ‘flesh that dares to discover / nature’s poetry in every breath’.ReplyDelete
I'm so glad you do, Kim. Thank you.Delete
"all things that live never die— they grow differently," yes!😃 This poem is alive with strength and hope, Magaly! Thank you so much for merging with mine. I absolutely love it!!💝ReplyDelete
Thank you for the prompt, Sanaa.Delete
You made the words your own, and present a powerful case for what you say.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rosemary.Delete
I love how you’ve put together your chosen words. I especially like “ all things that live never die—ReplyDelete
they grow differently,“ Uplifting thoughts for our day👏❣️🙏
Yay! for lifting.Delete
Life blooms and must face the wind...Beautiful writingReplyDelete
Thank you, Susie.Delete
Yes those words are the ones that stand against the storm... love it.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Bjorn.Delete
It really is time for me to re-read that book. I stumbled across it accidentally ages ago, before I knew you liked it too.ReplyDelete
Sometimes we need to get purposefully quiet so we can hear the bones' tales. I find they don't often shout. They prefer you to get up quite close and still so the words can be sure to flow over as intended.
It is always time to reread that book *hehehe*Delete
And there is so much truth in your closing words.
Magaly, I like the idea of never dying, but returning into some other type living being. I have always said I would like to be a woman in my next life.ReplyDelete
Your "Pathetic Fallacy" is good too. It seemed that writing it would be hared using all those Wordlist words. I too wrote a "Pathetic Fallacy", combining it with the NaPoWriMo 'shape poem' prompt. Here,
I hope you get to be a woman someday, Jim.Delete
A masterful combination of prompts!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Frank.Delete
I love your "I DO WEIRD" art. 🖤 🖤 🖤ReplyDelete
P.S. I just finished Setterfield's Bellman & Black for the second time. I think I might start it over again since the library is closed, there's no late fees and I've now run out of books. I need a larger pension cheque to keep me supplied in new reading material, fabric and wool these days! lol
I might have to reread it again, too, just to copycat you (and because I sooo love that book).
Oh, that is nice about no late fees. I wonder if my public library is doing the same. I've only checked out electronic material since the madness started.
You are magic! Big Hugs!ReplyDelete
And so are you!Delete