Prompt for Day 16
Somewhere near where you are sitting is something with a specific smell that will conjure a memory rich with images. Take a moment to find any such object and breathe the scent of it. Say the simple phrase, “I remember” and breathe the scent in again. “I remember.” Free write from “I remember” for at least five minutes, repeating the prompt “I remember” if your writing slows. Use the seeds from your free writing to write today’s poem.
Ireland In Springtime
Daydreaming, I return to Ireland,
the spring sky rinsed pearly gray with rain,
sweet soil sprouting tender shoots.
Fern green, forest green, leaf green,
moss, pine, sage, willow.
So green it's all I see,
so green it's all I remember.
In Dublin, I remember the smell is dark green;
wet wool and fresh-cut yards disguise
the belch of smoke and diesel.
Grassy green lawns blanket St. Stephen's and Trinity,
honeysuckle and bluebells bloom
like fine hand-embroidery on pillowcases.
The road to Galway is scattered
with stone fences and ox-eye daisies.
Fog wispy as faerie music swirls,
new leaves unfold like heirloom lace.
And I remember the people: storytellers, poets,
artists, musicians; those dreamers of dreams who
sustain the land with spirit and passion.
9 comments:
"New leaves like heirloom lace..." How a propos
Beautiful imagery and so evocative of Ireland.
Lovely poem Marianne!
Wonderful. Makes me want to travel there.
You brought the sights and smells of Ireland alive in your poem, Marianne.
What beautifully told memories. The dark green, wet wool smell was very evocative.
Beautiful. I'm jealous of the palette of greens... we have yellow green, brown green and "what-the-heck-is-green?"
This is a lovely poem, Marianne. I especially love the lines, "spring sky rinsed pearly gray with rain" and "new leaves unfold like heirloom lace." The smells are great too: "wet wool and fresh cut yards." Nice job!
--Christina
Wonderful! Ireland has the effect on people, no? It's hard to fathom how green--and how many shades of green...and how all that beauty impacts us, but it's true. Thanks for sharing.
love the smell of wet wool
and saturated greens
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