7:39 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Cat Stevens singing Here Comes My Baby
Hullo, all. Last night, I realised I had neglected to find and adapt a prompt, a procedure that always surprises me with the length of time it takes. Instead, I am borrowing an idea based on something one of my fellow Remixers said in a Facebook comment.
I forget the discussion, but Sonja Johanson spoke of her Muse. She described him as a 6′ 2″ blue-eyed, blond, Highlander. I replied that if I had him sitting in a corner of my mind, I’d get nothing done. During the conversation, Sonja mused [it’s the best word to use here, sorry] that it might be fun to write about a daily activity, something routine, and to engage in this activity with our Muse. What would a 6′ 2″ blue-eyed, blond, Highlander do at a salon, or changing the oil, or baking a cake, on the Metro…
I thought this an apt moment to try this. After a week spent with your poems as metaphors, you know your own poetry even better than you did previously. Think about your Muse for a moment. What gender is your muse? Is your Muse human? Animal? Mythological? Real? A glass of wine? Amorphous [you might have problems]? If your muse is the willow tree out back, think of this as a challenge, or what it might look like human. Have fun.
Think about an interaction: a game of darts, baking a cake, fishing… You and your Muse doing something together besides writing poetry. You can include dialogue, or not. You can speak of yourself in the first, or third person, or even to your Muse, a reflection where you might use ‘we’ and ‘you’. Heck, your Muse can be the speaker. Consider language and tone. Consider whether a form suits your Muse, or the activity.
Write a poem.
Come back and post a link and come back again to see other’s Muses. I shall see you Thursday for links and things; Friday for the roundup of cyber prompts; and next Tuesday for an image prompt.
Happy writing, everyone.