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#NaPoWriMo Day 22 ‘Dali’s Swans and Elephants’

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#NaPoWriMo Day 22 Poetry Challenge

The prompt for the day shows, art and poetry can richly affect one another. Frank O’Hara’s poem, Why I am Not a Painter,” speaks to this mutual engagement, as do explicitly ekphrastic poems (i.e., poems that are about a specific work of art), like Thom Gunn’s In Santa Maria del Popolo.” The challenge is to write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

Happy writing!

Dali’s Swans and Elephants

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Image ‘Swans Reflecting Elephants’ Salvador Dali 1937 (Dalipaintings)

Dali’s Swans and Elephants

A masterpiece of surrealism is
Dali’s ‘Swans and Elephants’.
Set against the landscape of his
Catalonian homeland,
the fiery autumnal glow
makes for a stirring backdrop.
Swirling brush strokes on the cliffs
are in stark contrast of the double image
created in the stillness of the water.
Dry, gnarled and twisted trees edge the lake,
upon which three elegant swans rest preening,
a symbol of love, music and poetry.

Study the image closely.

Do you see three majestic elephants?
Their heads and trunks are the reflections
of the bodies and long necks of the swans.
The dried leafless trees reflect to form
the bodies and legs of the strong beasts,
a symbol of strength, unity and power.

Look again to see the man himself,
self-portrayed to the left of the swans.
Some say this represents his frustration,
with the direction of the surrealism movement.
Yet others claim this to be his friend
Marcel Duchamp but who knows?
One thing we can be sure of,
is that he was a great fan of the self-portrait.

‘Swans and Elephants’ is one of his
most acclaimed works of art.
Created using the
paranoia-critical method.
The method of irrational thought
and a self-induced paranoid state
bringing forth hallucinations.
He achieved this by standing on his head,
until he was close to passing out.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 21

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#NaPoWriMo Day 21 Poetry Challenge

(Optional) prompt, which takes its inspiration from another surrealist work, Federico Garcia Lorca’s poem City that Does Not Sleep.” Lorca took much of his inspiration from Spanish folklore, but also wrote a group of harrowing poems based on time he spent in New York. (Lorca was not a fan of the Big Apple). “City That Does Not Sleep” is from that collection. Subtitled “Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne” in the original Spanish, it presents a kaleidoscopic, hallucinatory vision of the city as a wild countryside roamed by animals. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like The Color of Pomegranates and “City That Does Not Sleep,” incorporates wild, surreal images. Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.

Happy (and perhaps weird) writing!

Haiku for today until I get around to the prompt

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Flowers Weep (Haiku)

As the sun rises,
flowers weep for the loss of
the stars in the sky.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 19 (WIP)

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#NaPoWriMo Day 19 Poetry Challenge

(Optional) prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet. This is a prompt that lends itself well to a certain playfulness. Need some examples? Try this poem by Jessica Greenbaum, this one by Howard Nemerov or this one by John Bosworth.

Happy writing!

 

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Food and Flora for our pretty Butterflies and Bees (WIP)

Abelia evergreen shrub with its heady fragrance an autumn treat for bees
Buddleia or the ‘Butterfly Bush’ with its rich supply of nectar loved by many butterflies
Chives loved by the short tongued bee, or the crocus for the queen bee newly emerged
Daisies host for painted lady caterpillar and loved by the queen butterflies
English Lavender with its powerful fragrance
French Marigold, Forget-Me-Not and Fennel
Goldenrod a favoured nectar source of the red admiral
Honeysuckle deciduous climber desired by long tonged bees and moths in the night
Ivy and holly favoured by the blue caterpillar
Jacobs ladder flowering May to June a pretty perennial
Knapweed to host the meadow brown who loves to lay her eggs here
Lavender and Lupin
Monarda commonly known as bee balm attracts bees and swallowtail butterflies
Nectar rich plants favoured by all pollinator’s birds, butterflies and bees
Oak is a favourite food of the purple hairstreak caterpillar
Primrose and passion vine
Queen Anne’s lace host food for the anaise swallowtail
Red Valerian, rosemary or the single rose plant
Snowdrop for the early risers of winters end
Thyme, teasel or thistle for painted lady’s or red admirals
Urtica dioica the stinging nettle one of the most important plants for caterpillars
Vipers bugloss the best plant for bees flowers June to August
Wisteria cascading beauty
Xenogamy a term for the cross pollinations by our birds bees and butterflies
Yarrow the ferny leaved wildflower favoured as a heal herb too
Zinnia attracts several types of butterfly and bee.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 18 Elegy of a Butterfly

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NaPoWriMo Day 18 Poetry Challenge

Optional prompt for the day takes its cue from how poetry can help us to make concrete the wild abstraction of a feeling like grief. “The Lost Pilot” does this, as does this poem by Victoria Chang, called “Obit.” In both poems, loss is made tangible. They take elusive, overwhelming feelings, and place them into the physical world, in part through their focus on things we can see and hear and touch. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.

I wish you, if not happy, then meaningful, writing!

Elegy of a Butterfly (WIP)

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Elegy of a Butterfly

Exhausted the butterfly rests
upon the pure white petals of a daisy.
Paper thin, are the wings
filigreed in fine grey veins
like the hair line cracks of a glazed vase.

Only the faintest movement
of the thorax gives an indication of life.
Slowly the proboscis unfurls
to take a last savouring sip of nectar.
After withdrawing, all movements cease.

The sun slips behind a cloud
bringing dull grey shadows.
Mother Nature quietens her children.
All become still as life slowly seeps
from the frail butterfly.

A frog croaks in the distance,
marking the time of death.
Zephyrus snatches away the butterfly’s last breath.
Then the soft gentle breeze lifts the lifeless soul
carrying it to earth, ready to begin the cycle of re-birth.

Copyright © April 2019 Rose English

 

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The Connoisseur of Slugs by Sharon Olds

#NaPoWriMo Day 17 Inspiration from Sharon Olds

Love this poem an inspiration for today’s #NaPoWriMo Day 17 Poetry Challenge 2019

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Boyle poetry

When I was a connoisseur of slugs
I would part the ivy leaves, and look for the
naked jelly of those cold bodies,
translucent strangers glistening along the
stones, slowly, their gelatinous bodies
at my mercy. Made mostly of water, they would shrivel
to nothing if they were sprinkled with salt,
but I was not interested in that. What I liked
was to draw aside the ivy, breathe the
odor of the wall, and stand there in silence
until the slug forgot I was there
and sent its antennae up out of its
head, the glimmering umber horns
rising like telescopes, until finally the
sensitive knobs would pop out of the ends,
delicate and intimate. Years later,
when I first saw a naked man,
I gasped with pleasure to see that quiet
mystery re-enacted, the slow
elegant being coming out of hiding and
gleaming in the dark air, eager and…

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#NaPoWriMo Day 16 (WIP)

Sadly still working on this one

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#NaPoWriMo Day 16 Poetry Challenge

Our prompt for today (optional, as always), takes its inspiration from the idea of a poem as a sort of tiny play, which can be performed dramatically. In the 1800s, there was quite a fad for monologue-style poems that lend themselves extremely well to dramatic interpretations (this kind of work was basically Robert Browning’s jam). And Shakespeare’s plays are chock-a-block with them. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

Happy writing!

Meanwhile, here is a poem from last year

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Birth of a cloud.

As I watch
a diaphanous wisp of white
takes on substance,
becoming plump
and pure.
Brilliant white,
shining bright
upon the blue
canvas of the sky.
Almost touchable,
squeezable
like white cotton wool.
Of course the cloud
draws its energy
from the white golden sun.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 15

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#NaPoWriMo Day 15 Poetry Challenge

Our prompt for today (optional, as always), takes its inspiration from the idea of a poem as a sort of tiny play, which can be performed dramatically. In the 1800s, there was quite a fad for monologue-style poems that lend themselves extremely well to dramatic interpretations (this kind of work was basically Robert Browning’s jam). And Shakespeare’s plays are chock-a-block with them. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

Happy writing!

Work in Progress (WIP)

The Rivers Serenade.

Beneath the weeping willow tree,
I watch the butterflies, fly free.
Attracted by the meadow flowers,
that I could sit and watch for hours.
I glimpse the rivers silver shimmer,
yet here inside the world is dimmer,
amidst the gentle country sounds,
as I lay, upon the ground.

Dappled sunlight reaches through,
bringing memories old and new.
Between the slowly swaying leaves,
of this our weeping willow tree.
And as I slowly close my eyes,
and cotton candy clouds sail by.
Memories trickle then cascade,
along with the rivers serenade.

Copyright © April 2019 Rose English

 … to be continued

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