Today we discussed using color in your writing and green was by far the most popular. Tomorrow I'm going to pick red, but today I picked purple and here are the random lines that I composed with my students--definitely not a poem yet, but this one is for you Aunt Sue:
The king wielded his power unjustly
his amythyst septer (spelling?)
the sheen of cabernet against crystal
after we had drunk it all
She pinned an orchid behind her ear
not the memory of it
the way it grew in those trees (anyone know the name of them---I saw them in Florida)
to be tucked in & woven around
It was twilight
she was melting
She remembered that he grew violets under flourescent lights in the cellar
It was the 1970's. She wore pants
That night she made eggplant, no aubergine
but she was here now and was having a difficult time slicing it
She thought of lilacs, the way they return year after year,
the scent she could not erase from her memory
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No, I mean the trees that orchids grow in---they're huge...
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