The hall was finally destitute and the insignificant door was
Drinking rain and black branches by it
Noisily normal and compatible
Space is further than I suppose it.
Space is saner and less of it than I dream
Malleably singular. She caresses and squeezes
A plum and sucks the flesh and tastes
The soberness of it not being the same.
And the fire sputters with a simmering whisper for space
Is less kindly and static than they think-
In the taste in the sight in the sound on the soles of their feet-
There is less than wood beside the rain and the tiny branches.
Our challenge this splendid sunny Tuesday was to choose a favourite poem and then re-write each line, replacing as many words as we could with their opposites, the idea being that ‘this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work.’
I chose another of Louise MacNeice’s poems – ‘Snow’ – but of course, his language is quite difficult to write the opposite of!! (Or so I found anyway!) I hope though, that I’ve done an ok job with it.
As I said yesterday, my poetry writing might be taking a bit of a back-seat now, after the unexpected flurry of poetry production over the last 30 days… ‘The Draft’ needs work and I have a few writing workshops and what-not coming up, so there will be plenty else to keep me occupied and to keep the blog full! First up is El’s creative writing class tonight and tomorrow I will be attending a workshop at the Roe Valley Arts & Cultural Centre in Limavady, led by columnist and radio presenter Anita Robinson.
My posts will generally be back to once a week from hereonin, although I just might throw in the odd extra update along the way!