A Basic Connection

So, connections hey? Hmmmmm. Where do you start? I don't think there can be anything that isn't connected in some way, shape or form to another thing!

*Taps finger trying to think*

Oh, ok.

So let's keep this relatively simple. Get down to the nitty gritty! Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, and all that:


A Connection

Genetic attraction multiplies
Creates something new and unique
Ever changing and developing
Growing steadily each week
Gametes become Zygotes
Then morph into Blastocysts
Embedded they are Embryos
Then come the signs that can't be missed
You may think that you're poorly
Being sick at the slightest smell
But in connection with tender breasts
Take a test, you'd be just as well
You now realise you're pregnant
In time your Embryo
Becomes a Foetus, ever changing
Growing rapidly, you know
The end result is joyous
A feeling quite divine
Forget the pain, embrace the love
Holding your child is quite sublime!


It's exercises such as this that really make me wonder about my sanity at times. The things that my brain comes out with for each weeks topic is starting to unnerve me.  When I sit down to draw up a draft for the blog, I always write the poem first then this part later.  I just find it easier that way.  But even I'm a little bemused by this one. All I can think of is that I really liked Science in High School, especially Biology by the look of it. Of course, getting pregnant is not always as easy as I appear to have made it sound, I know that first hand. Thankfully, it's not something I have to worry about these days.

Oh well. Apologies for the under par poem and blog this week.

DON'T FORGET TO JOIN THE LANCASHIRE DEAD GOOD POETS' FOR OUR OPEN MIC EVENING AT THE NO.5 CAFE, CEDAR SQUARE, BLACKPOOL, TONIGHT (FRIDAY 7TH FEBRUARY) FROM 6PM.  IT'S NOT TO BE MISSED!!  

Thanks for reading. x

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Poem: Radiators

Radiators

Just as winter was beginning to appear –

crisping up the lawns and silvering the thickets

I heard the asthmatic wheeze from the airing cupboard;

a splutter like sea water, and then nothing

but sharp cracks as the radiators suddenly cooled;

warmth dropping, like an expired star, from the ceiling

until it was gone, and the house felt emptier and bigger.

In the tea-bleached bedroom light,

we huddled clothed beneath the duvet, stealing

each other’s heat. He whispered something about dinner;

his words like lavender and wheat germ at the nape of my neck,

and I wanted to feel more of them –

soft consonants and long vowels as my world was reduced

to a bed-sized island, and I drifted somewhere warmer. 

Thank you for reading,

Lara

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Connecting the dots...

This weeks theme and the theme for Friday's poetry event is connections. On Saturday I attended the monthly workshop run by the Lancashire Dead Good Poets which was around this theme. Taken By Steve and Michelle, we were asked to collaborate in a writing exercise to come up with some words which were loosely connected. Each participant was asked to start with a word and the word was then passed to each of the other participants to contribute a word they felt was connected with the previous word. When our word arrived back with us complete with a list of new ones we were asked to use this word. We repeated the exercise until we each had 5 new words, each indirectly connected to the first and asked to use all five in a piece of writing. There were some great responses to this challenge, and each very unique to the writer's own style. My words were;

Beard
Caravan
Rules
Cover
Alice

It was a challenge but I managed to put together this rough piece, showing that even seemingly unrelated words can be connected to form a piece of poetry or prose;

Old wooden caravans lined the field. Greying grain peeped through the bright paint. Families queued outside each, disinterested. I took my place outside the first wooden box. A list of rules greeted each visitor; "No touching the exhibits, No Smoking, Do not speak to the exhibits." I wrapped my coat tightly against the chill wind. Finally I reached the entrance and its meagre cover. A man with a cigarette and a grin ushered me forward. "Prepare yourself for a sight rarely seen, a wonder that will dazzle and amaze. One of the last wonders of the world. Alice, The Bearded Lady." The door opened with a squeak to show a blonde woman complete with stubble scrolling through Facebook on a mobile phone.

I really enjoyed this exercise and it helped me connect where there were seemingly no connections. Advice from Steve encouraged me to look for ways to put together this piece from where any human connection can be possible, from one person to the next, and to again create a connection to the reader with writing. With these words I have created a connection from my mind to yours as I create a picture with words so that you can also see what I imagine.

Workshops run once a month the Saturday before each poetry even, which is the first Friday of every month. I encourage you to come along and try some new ways of writing and connect with other writers. You never know what you might come up with. :)

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