I've reached week three of the flash fiction course ... its all about characters, creating developing, and also borrowing or is it stealing. In other words taking from people the very things that make them tick, make them individual and interesting and hopefully, make my characters authentic.
I'm really out of practice with this essential element of prose; its not so used in poetry but it can be no bad thing for me to think about this in my next poem.
I've left what I've written so far to stew, actually its been left for that reason several times today. In between, a walk down our very wet and muddy garden to collect the eggs and feed the hens and finally, the last few blocks I'm asking for my next quilt. Next break I'll cut all 40 into 6.5 inch squares ready for the sashing. The next step is a trip to the fabric shop ... always a pleasure.
... and also in between, thoughts about a poem on the theme of writing an invitation -will this be as hard as the last one on nudity, being naked.
I;m listening to Open Book on BBCR4. Jeffery Deaver is choosing the books he wouldn't lend anyone and has just spoken of a great quote from Robert Frost, something along the lines of
someone listening to your poem behind a closed door, should have a sense of what it is about
Worth remembering and I'm sorry that googling failed to find those words attributed to anyone but help with this would be great.
Wonderfully, in my search I came across one of my favourite poems by William Carlos Williams. Enjoy.
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
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