Everywoman
At night she would wander,
creating a small road
herself among the stones,
a small black spot carefully engrafted
Graceful in her movement
sniffing fresh wild flowers and clods of clay
hair grazing her neck
in a burnt orange haze of golden waves
Now her eyes are silver
as if she were looking at me
from the other side of a mirror
listening quietly to old stories.
Random expressions of foolishness
fall apart; she goes back to old ways,
circling through time
earthed in tradition and roots.
This is a patchwork poem based on lines written by the following poets, who kindly gave me permission to play with their poems:
Our Muse, by Lissa at Just Writing Words.
About a man and a dog, by Christine at Mariacristina
Pit of your spit, by gautami tripathy at Rooted.
Sinking Ships by writerwoman at Shores of My Dreams
Beloved mother, by jillypoet
I’ve again used complete lines, though I made one tense change and changed a few pronouns to “her”.
To see what other poems have made with the same material, or to find out more about patchwork poems, visit the patchwork poetry blog.
4 responses so far ↓
lissa // April 25, 2008 at 6:34 pm |
you patch the poems lines quite well, nicely done, I like the turn from graceful to foolishness
I also try to use the other’s poet’s line as they were written but there’s always a chance something just needs to be change
awalkabout // April 25, 2008 at 10:40 pm |
I’m a prose writer, not poetry, so it always amazes me to see poets at work–how interesting that form is!! Well done.
Sara // April 26, 2008 at 11:08 am |
Very nicely put together. I like how you made a story out of it. And especially like the imagery of the third stanza.
mariacristina // April 29, 2008 at 10:03 pm |
to me your poem is completely new. It’s been a while since I read the originals, so the poem stands alone, on its own legs.
I love the image of a woman walking, reflecting on herself, almost as a reflection on an unseen or previously unfelt part of her psyche.