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And Now For Something Completely Different…

Friday, January 7th, 2011

I have lost all inspiration and motivation to write today, so I turned to WordPress’ suggestions. I know that if I write absolutely nothing today, I will regret it. Anyway, they (ever so kindly) linked me to this page, and this is the prompt I chose:

Choose a favorite poem written by somebody else, type a copy of it, delete every other line from the poem, and write your own lines to replace those you’ve deleted. Next, delete the remaining lines from the old poem so that only your lines remain. Read what you have, and revise it, adding new lines to fill in the gaps.”

It has been years since I have done any real creative writing, poetry or otherwise, so this should be an interesting exercise for me. May even provide a laugh for you.

The Swing (Original)
By Robert Louis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside–

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

The Swing (Half-Me, Half Original)
By Robert Louis Stevenson (and I).

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up like a bird in the sky?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
For even one grown-up as I!

Up in the air and over the wall,
I sprout invisible wings!
River and trees and cattle and all
under me, become tiny things.

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on a path o’ergrown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
I never want to come down!

Oh, wow, that’s a lot of “poetical license,” and I’m rather afraid of hitting “Publish.” Oh well. On with the next part. (Mad Libs would come in awfully handy at this point.)

(What Used to Be) The Swing, by Robert Louis Stevenson.
(Is Now) Invisible Wings, by Myself.

How do you spot light-footed fairies
Up, like small birds in the sky?
For grown-ups, it can get awfully sticky–
For even those child-like as I!

My eyes shut quite tight, I think happy thoughts,
and I sprout invisible wings!
Hearth, home, and road, fields, hedges, and lanes–
under me, become tiny things.

I catch the sight of a glittering shimmer,
Above one small path o’ergrown–
I look quickly there, and see that a fairy is near–
I never want to come down!

Well, that didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I got my post written for the day, and I have to say I’m happy with it. Not overly so, as my talent does not rest in the creative writing genre. Frankly, it feels a bit cumbersome and over-thought to me, but it is what it is. I may come back at some point, and tweak it mightily, in order to make it behave. Poetry is a tricksy elf – it likes to be what it will be, never mind the poet’s intent!

Please, please PLEASE – somebody else do this too! I can’t leave this hanging out there all by itself. I need someone else to come along and put it in its proper place. There has to be a poet among those of you who read this blog!

Thoughts? Tips for me, should I attempt this again? Constructive criticism? Did you write one too? Please let me know!