It’s Tuesday. Time to share slices at Two Writing Teachers.
This last Saturday was a day for me. I had an email a couple weeks prior about a poetry workshop with the Oregon Laureate, Peter Sears. Thirteen people met at the Pond House which is behind one of the local libraries.
I shared the info with a friend and we made a plan; breakfast and the workshop
Just four hours and two writing prompts. The first was a narrative poem based on a mentor poem, “Of My Father Before the War” by Frank Gaspar. The was more playing with images. I wish that I had a link to the Gaspar poem. It’s stunning beginning with:
“Suppose I were leaning in a doorway in Marseilles watching a volley of far clouds while two men quilted the water with their nets.”
There’s nothing better than a mentor poem to break loose tangled ideas. I’ve been working on three poems for a submission call. The topic is difficult; violence against women. But something about this prompt called up images.
Sears built in time to hear from all of us. Plus he gave each poem thoughtful consideration and feedback on what we wrote. Plus feedback from the other participants, the time flew.
It was what the doctor ordered. With all that has been happening at school and continues to happen, I needed to focus on a time for me.