8:07 a.m. – Atlanta
listening to I Will Talk and Hollywood Will Listen sung by Robbie Williams
Urk! Yes, I do have a blog to write and a hair appointment, not two things I usually forget, but between the SNOW in Atlanta and something the hairdresser forgot, the appointment has been put off twice. It’s no wonder my brain has stopped keeping hold of it. We’ll put off the body series start until next week. I need time and space to stretch while I compose! We shall do another word prompt. Hello, everyone.
No matter how it’s used, coil means the same as it did originally, from the Latin colligere: to gather together. Coil’s meanings and uses have everything to do with its shape. Associated words are wind, spiral, rings, loops, twist, and circles.
Even Hamlet’s mortal coil has to do with the shape of a coil. In this case, Shakespeare took the word coil to mean wound up in confusion [i.e. life]. Think of times when something in your life has caused your stomach to feel like it’s gathering itself together in one big twist.
I remember, when I was growing up, when we were out on our junk, watching mom coil the anchor line. There was something mesmerising about the action and something beautiful about the flat white coil of rope when she finished. I used to watch my amah put her hair up after washing it. Black hair, waist length, she would comb it free of tangles, divide it into two and twist each side into ropes which she coiled around her head.
Snakes coil. They look much like the anchor line I spoke of, also mesmerising, but perhaps a little more menacing. Without mosquito coils, when we lived in the many mosquito infested places that make up most of my life, there were times I would have thrown myself off a cliff with misery. Think of incense smoke coiling into the air. Fusilli, one of my favourite pasta shapes, gathers together and holds the sauce in its twists. Slinky was one of the first coils I remember. I would sit on the stairs outside our flat and set it off, watching in delight as it gathered itself before sinuously falling to the next stair.
Think about all the coils in your life literal or metaphorical. You can write a straight forward poem describing a coil of some type, or you can play with form and see if you can make the poem seem to coil as you write about a coil, or you can use several of coil’s synonyms in the poem, or something else that strikes you.
I shall see you Thursday if I find the link I want to put up; Friday for the week’s prompts roundup; and next Tuesday for the start of the body series.
Happy writing, all.