Well this morning I woke from an interesting dream: I dreamt I was sleeping and woke rested and raring to go. Guess what? I did. And I’ve got a lot to do. Starting with back to poetry. Can I marry this prompt with a bit of Style from the Stylus?
…think of a single thing or person (a house, your grandmother, etc), and then write a poem that consists of kenning-like descriptions of that thing or person. For example, you might call a cat a mouse-stalker, quiet-walker, bird-warner, purr-former, etc. If you’re looking for examples, you can find one that Vince wrote here and a different example here.
So here goes. A poem about my first fashion icon.
[tweetthis]As a child, she knew how to strut her stuff.[/tweetthis]
Born with Style
First-born,
Hat-watcher,
Re-applier,
Sleeve-wearer.
Migrant-nurser,
Grandchild-firster.
Far-traveler,
Yarn unraveled.
Democratic winker,
Socialistic thinker.
Great-lake resider
Red-head Michigander.
Sister to many,
Friend to more,
Daughter of the wisest,
Mother, wife, and Nonnie.
Always looks her bestest,
Even at the wostest.
Okay, she’s not a red-head anymore, but she was. She was. The beautiful kind, with rich, deep color.
Daughter of the wisest.At the Vatican, she’s gorgeous She manages to look stylish, and spot-free eating ice cream on a hot day.Look, she can even stay neat in white, while camping.
