I did not do a good job following today's exercise, but it helped to get me writing, which is really the point. Exercises can be found at: rachelmckibbens.blogspot.ca
Ingredients:
11. Something you or someone
you know (or made up) has never let go of.
22. A massive “thing” (could
be an animal, something mechanical, whatever, just BIG)
33. A comfortable place
Write
a poem or story about something someone has yet to let go of. You do not have
to name it. But as the poem or story progresses, allow the thing to become
bigger until it physically becomes something massive that the person carried
with them. What changes has this person made to accommodate this thing? What
damage has it done, if any? What does it enable the person to do? What do
others think of it? Where does the person take this thing for some peace and
quiet?
~~~
11.
Dad remarrying
22.
sail boat
33.
the porch with the whicker
chair
The wind hit her face, sharp and hopeful
reminding her about time and how seasons
change
she could feel it in the wind
that time was passing slow and regular
but that September was here.
she grabbed a pebble to remember the summer
and left
The sun skipped soft over shoulders and
necks
it was a sunburn day
everyone would assume that they didn’t need
sunscreen
and everyone would have a weird t-shit line
on their neck for the whole season-
May.
she grabbed a pebble to remember the spring
and left
the crisp crack of crunching frozen puddles
ice pile paradise
rubber boots useless since the air is too
cold for melting
the ground looked like shattered mirrors
like bad luck and glitter
she grabbed a pebble to remember the winter
and left
each pebble
dropped in the jar
weighing each quarter-time out sensible
she could see it
see the time,
how it ballooned all over everything
out of control it just kept going and going
piling more pebbles
until she’d built a harbor.
the smaller pebbles leading out into the
water
bigger pieces of time sunk and weighty
tide teasing back and forth-
counting sevens
she watched the boats she’d built with time
saw them bob and sway,
tethered and changing
she sat in a whicker chair on a porch that
was probably very old
it had to be old to have seen so many
pebbles.
it had to be old to have seen so much time
drift viscous before her.
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