I’ve been experimenting with the form of cinquain in poetry today. Poetry is not my natural writing model but I love reading it and today I have been told that my daughter has felt my grandchild kick for the first time so it seems a fun thing to try today. Feedback is welcome as I am always striving for improvement.
We have waited and yearned
for this moment of arrival.
This form of poetry has 5 lines
THE MAN IN THE PARK
through the wild night,
caring not for the others,
his spirit abandoned and free.
PHOTO PROMPT copyright Amy Reese
Everyone has a compartment of herself that no one is allowed to open. The face is not an entry to the soul and secrets can be hidden.
No one knew that better than Rose.
Forty years she kept quiet. Others described her as kind, generous, loving – little did they know.
In death, all was revealed. Church pews could not contain everyone and there were many witnesses when her son spat on the coffin. In a car outside, his wife restrained their son – a man child that his grandmother had said only a mother could love.
Thank you to Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work. If you are a writer of short fiction, join us and see where your imagination takes you.
As happens in life, it is the unplanned events that can cause mayhem with far-reaching consequences. Writing experts advise us to tap in to life’s emotions and experiences to give our writing depth. What happens when these emotions are too painful?
A few months ago, I was looking forward to the wedding of my beloved daughter. We had negotiated the tricky minefields of which guests to invite, who should sit next to who, the role of the step-parents, etc. In fact, the wedding had been planned in detail and was about to be one of the highlights of my life.
Then, just over a week before the special day, my husband, my daughter’s stepfather, ended up in hospital with a serious illness. We entered a period of days divided between hospital visits and final wedding preparations, an emotional roller-coaster for anyone, and the way I coped was to separate my despair from my joy. Each emotion had its own compartment and had I opened them to write, I risked losing control.
Sadly, my husband was too ill to attend the wedding.
Now, weeks later, with my daughter happily married and my husband recovering, I am ready to search my soul but the shield remains. Perhaps it is there to protect me, but when I am writing a story about maternal love, it would be useful to resurrect some of those emotions I experienced as I made certain that my daughter had the most joyous day of her life.
At times like these, I long for an improved command of the language of poetry. Perhaps verse would allow me the vehicle to express the emotions of my summer.
Here is the beautiful Westbourne Bookshop. The owners have just celebrated their first birthday and are working hard to create the perfect environment to shelter the work of the authors.
And look at what is on their shelves. My own novel Silencio.
One of my favourite things about writing about the past is doing the research. Both of my novels have been set in the recent past and so there have been plenty of personal accounts to give an insight to the environment and era. People love to be asked about the 1960’s and many of my friends and colleagues have rich recollections of that period. Whereas my first novel took place in Spain, this second one is located in York and its surroundings, making it easier to research. I spent several days in the fabulous Railway Museum in York where there are old photos, magazines and articles. While there, York Theatre was closed and the company relocated to the National Railway Museum to perform. We were fortunate enough to obtain tickets for the incredible production which told the history of the York Railways against the backdrop of the wonderful old engines and carriages. Over 200 performers were involved.
My research in Spain led me to villages affected by the Spanish inquisition and along the paths less travelled by the normal tourist. Locals filled me in on their customs which change from one area in the country to another.
The best thing about the research is that my understanding of my subject develops and hopefully makes my writing entertaining and realistic.
Lucky, rain on your wedding day.
Rosie would clobber the next auntie who said that. All the planning; all that money. A year’s work for one day.
Of course, ‘best laid plans’…
First the flowers. Alison freaked at the lilies, screaming at Rosie, ‘Your friend knows they make my eyes swell. We should’ve used a proper florist!’
Then, Doug stepped on the lace train. Alison’s colour drained and matched her dress. Rosie’s repair wasn’t visible from a distance.
The car, The Fiancé’s choice – a tiny back seat. A sea of meringue swallowed Alison.
No luck there, either.
http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com organises the successful Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work. Thank you Rochelle for keeping this group active.
Exciting Day Yesterday.
The first copies of my novel Silencio were delivered and my novel is now available for sale in paperback from Troubadour Publishers and for pre-order at Waterstones and Amazon.
and for pre-order in ebook format from Apple and Amazon.