7:45 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Starships sung by Pentatonix/PTX
Hello everyone. This will be the last post until Tuesday, January 6 (I finally looked at a calendar and worked out when we would be traveling). My thought, therefore, is to have our image prompt, today. Yes? I thought so.
A couple of weeks ago, in an email my niece sent out, was a photograph captioned: A ruin from the Hessie Townsite that I thought Margo might enjoy for poem-prompt purposes. I loved the photo, immediately. A week ago, in a dVerse post, I read an excerpt from an anonymously written 8th century poem, ‘The Ruins’. On looking up the etymology of ‘ruins’ I found, directly from the Latin, a collapse, a rushing down, a tumbling down.
Wondrous is this wall-stone, broken by fate,
the city burst apart, the giant-work crumbled.
Roofs are ruined, towers ruined,
rafters ripped away, hoarfrost on lime,
gaps in the storm-shelter, sheared and cut away
under-eaten by age.
While not quite the fortress being described in the excerpt, above, the photograph and the poem seem to fit together. Note how clever I am to have it actually snowing as you look at the photograph. What to write?
1] You can go for a straightforward response to the photograph.
2] You can describe a ruin you have seen, either at home, or in your travels; or one that you have seen on television that fascinates you.
3] You can ignore the photograph and the poem except as metaphors for some universal, or personal, truth.
4] You can go with the etymological meaning I gave you.
5] You can do whatever your heart desires, but you know that.
As always, consider that form equals content.
I shall see you again in 2015. May your next two weeks not be too terribly hectic. Until January 6 and a prompt.
Happy writing, everyone.