il était une fois

Following on from the fantastic workshop on Saturday (at Blackpool Library), I thought I would share one of the exercises from the session.  The aim is that by following the instructions step by step you will have, in a short time, a cracking fairytale poem of which you can be proud.  This worked really well this weekend and I was incredibly impressed with the results.  I'm excited to hear the poets performing them tomorrow.

Fairytale Poem in Seven Simple Steps

Poppy: Red Riding Hood

Scissors: Rapunzel

Bone: Hansel and Gretel

Key: Bluebeard

Sock: Emperor’s New Clothes

Beans: Jack and the Beanstalk

Pile of ash: Cinderella

Gold thread: Rumpelstiltskin

Wooden needle: Sleeping Beauty

1) Choose an object from the list above.  The corresponding character/story is the subject of your poem.  Take 5 minutes to come up with as many likenesses for that object as you can, e.g. poppy = flame, scissors = bird, bone = flute etc.

2) Write two lines of poetry, with eight syllables in each, to describe your main character in relation to the object.  Rhyming is optional.  Eg. you might have Red picking the flowers or the witch sharpening the scissors.

3) Take a scene from the story and write three examples of sensations you might encounter there, e.g. If your scene involves Sleeping Beauty encountering the wicked fairy at the spinning wheel:

A smell – e.g. fresh linen, damp forest, boiled sweets

A sound – e.g. creaking wood, birds outside, her heartbeat

A texture – e.g. coarse wool, polished wood, stone walls

A taste – e.g. metallic air, honey, blood

A sight – e.g. skeins of thread, open window, stone floor

4) Write two lines of poetry, with eight syllables in each, using the same scene from your story, and including some of the elements you’ve imagined above.

5) Stories and poems which include strong visual imagery are more likely to be retained by the reader.  Use visualisation to put yourself in the scene and make it vivid for yourself.  If you can see what you’re describing you’re more likely to be able to make it clear for the readers.

• Imagining the scene from your story, what is the strongest emotion?
• Think of an animal/element to represent that emotion
• Place that animal/element in a scene of its own
• Think of an action for that animal/element to carry out

6) Write four lines of poetry with eight syllables in each line following the pattern:

Line 1: Character and emotion

Line 2: Animal/element

Line 3: Scene/background

Line 4: Action

7) Return to the object.  Write two lines with eight syllables to describe the object again but reflecting on what’s happened in the scene, e.g. the flower might have fallen to the ground or the key be stained with blood.

You should be left with a ten line poem.  This exercise can take between 15 minutes and several hours depending on how much time you want to spend on the imaginative exercises and re-writing.  Have fun with it, play with it.  Share it.

The Dead Good Poets are meeting at 6pm at the No5 Cafe, Cedar Square, Blackpool.  It's a family friendly evening on the theme of children's poetry.  As usual, it's open mic and all are welcome to read.  We'd be delighted if you would join us.

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By Any Other Name

Hope Mirrlees' poem, My Soul Was a Princess, was first published last year, in a posthumous collection, some 33 years after her death.  Although her most famous poem, Paris: A Poem, is in the modernist style, this piece is more lyrical, more personal.  It seems to cross between the narrative and the lyrical.  Were it not for the first two words, this could be a description lifted from fairytale or fantasy, as in Mirrlees novel, Lud-in-the-Mist.  Instead, the soul is personified in a manner which psychologists would, no doubt, find fascinating.  The perceived author's historical soul becomes a character from another world (I'll leave it to you to work out the number of narrative levels between writer and reader) which smacks of emotions repressed, perhaps embarrassing to divulge.

The drab, unfulfilled tone of longing is sustained throughout the verse through sound and imagery.  The assonant, open-mouthed 'Oh' is engaged from the second stressed vowel in 'soul'.  On line 4 it reappears with 'no hope' only to reemerge on line 10 in 'ghosts of long dead woes', culminating in the final, forceful molossus, 'one red rose'.  And the molossus is used to break up the rhythm and create emphasis in a poem with an abundance of unstressed, or invisible, sounds which add a ghostly whisper to the spoken words.  On line 8 in particular, the phrase 'gray, chill, yearning' forces the reader to slow down, to dwell on the image of the desolate palace, the longing soul. 

The palette which comprises the bulk of the poem is greyscale.  A white moon is followed by silver and pearls.  There is 'no hope of noon'.  Her garments are like 'shrouds' - another ghastly apparition - and violet, which seems a cold, hard colour.  Her fate and her face are both 'wan', her eyes grey, her skin like milk.  Her hair is fabulously captured as 'a pinion of night' so that you can imagine a great, dark swathe of black hair sweeping down towards the ground like a raven's wing. 

What action there is harks back to the theme of the ghastly or demised.  The princess 'dwelt in state', the word dwell being akin to lingering, suggestive of a long, dull passage of time.  A body 'resting in state' is also called to mind which further emphasises the dormant nature of the character.  On line 9 we are told that she 'sat and wept' and by line 12, when she seems to come to life, the double-meaning of the verb 'cry' is not lost on the reader. 

The repetition and layering which creates a scene of oppressive drabness is finally broken by a single, uncluttered image - that of the 'one red rose'.  A powerful symbol of love which stretches back to the classical Greek era, this red bloom is sufficient to sweep away the entire scene which preceded it. Finally, the extended metaphor is clear.  This is what she was yearning for, something bright and full of life; of promise and passion.  The focus of the reader is left on that expectation of fulfilment.  The grey, empty days in the palace seem reasonable as they fade into the background while the 'one red rose' blazes, temptingly, outside the window.  And ultimately this is what gets us through the winter isn't it?  The long, dark nights stretch out before us and the air begins to nip.  But we can withstand winter's woes because we know there's a red rose waiting to draw breath, if we can only withstand the chill a little longer. 

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