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moosl From: moosl Date: December 17th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC) (Link)




ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Wow, lots going on here!

First, I'm thrilled that someone twigged to the idea that it's possible to give me image prompts.

Second, I combined your three gorgeous photos with Avalon's prompt "Through the Lens of a Camera."

Third, the resulting poem "Through the Lens of a Camera" is written in free verse, but it actually spans two other forms:

1) Bridging Title: a form in which the title is read as the first line of the poem it introduces. Sol Magazine has a fine entry on this:
http://pages.prodigy.net/sol.magazine/pl01form.htm#bridging

2) Ekphrastic Poem: a form inspired by another work of art. I found this splendid site on ekphrasis, which has long been a favorite of mine.
http://www.puddinghouse.com/ekphrastic.htm

I'm going to post "Through the Lens of a Camera" for everyone's enjoyment, in a separate reply.

moosl From: moosl Date: December 17th, 2007 11:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Wow, lots going on here!

It never occurred to me that you might use all three in a single writing. I'll give a lot more thought to the next set I post to the fish bowl.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Wow, lots going on here!

*laugh* No, no, this is fine!

Sometimes all of a person's prompts just happen to fit together. Sometimes I get a whole poem from just one prompt. Sometimes I combine three or four prompts by different people. Sometimes I get more than one poem from a single prompt, which may happen with that tree picture of yours.

It's all good. Really.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 11:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Wow, lots going on here!

Well, the dragonfly beat the tree into a poem of its own. Now the dryad in the tree is jealous, and not willing to be fobbed off with feeble arguments such as "speculative fiction was LAST month's theme!" Excuse me while I go shut her up.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC) (Link)

Poem: "The Dryad in the Garden"

Wow. I was thinking of the vague hourglass shape that I noticed earlier. But when I took a closer look -- there she was, in considerable detail.


"The Dryad in the Garden"


I went with my college class
to the botanical garden
so we could photograph the trees.

I was researching bark patterns
and trunk deformations
as signs of disease.

Suddenly, there she was in front of me:
between her legs, a leafy green branch
sprouted and arched off to the right;
above that, her hips flared,
then narrowed slightly to her waist;
her left arm was raised over her head
as if beckoning to me, her face in profile
towards the bend of her elbow there,
while her hair rippled down on the left.

At first I tried to pretend
it was all my imagination – too much sun,
perhaps, or not enough water – but
then she moved,
stepping out to catch my hand
in her hardwood grip.

“You will serve me,” she said,
carving her words on my heart.
“Too long your kind have taken advantage of mine.”
She tossed her brown-blonde hair and finished,
“Now you will be for the trees.”

And so I am,
but that doesn’t mean
I’m not getting anything out of it.

Why should cryptozoologists have all the fun?
Call me the first cryptobotanist,
scholar to dryads.

The ancient Greeks would understand.

As for my professors?
Well, they say a picture’s worth a thousand words.
je_reviens From: je_reviens Date: December 18th, 2007 08:01 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Poem: "The Dryad in the Garden"

very cool poem -- that picture was AWESOME
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 10:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

Poem: "Through the Lens of a Camera"

"Through the Lens of a Camera"


The infinite becomes intimate:

The twisted trunk of a tree
Hints at a dryad dancing.

A dragonfly zooms in
To land on a red petal.

A dandelion head offers
Not three wishes, but three hundred.

When our ancestors
First melted sand into glass,
Who knew it would come to this?

The photographer
Captures images with crystal,
Like amber embracing insects –
But in an instant, not in millennia.

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