Thursday, October 3, 2013

WRITING IN AUTUMN: a poem by Irene Latham

A while back I accidentally wrote a poem titled "Writing in Winter." It's about the moment before you begin, when the white space is waiting for you. 

That led to other writing poems for the other seasons, each attempting to capture a moment in the writing life. 

The "autumn" one, which I offer you today, is about that moment when you make a breakthrough and discover something about your story or characters after struggling along. Perhaps some of you can relate!

Writing in Autumn

We play hide-n-seek
on lawn dressed in red
and yellow, shuffle paths

the wind soon rearranges.
No matter how often we rake
or blow the grass bare

there is always more:
pile turns mountainous,
our intentions buried,

hidden. We close our lids,
weave between the maples,
count from one to ten.

Beside us, dog sniffs,
plunders, until finally
we see it: blue sleeve,

freckled nose, the point of it all
grinning like a jack-o-lantern,
voice clear as sky:


took you long enough

copyright 2013, Irene Latham

If anyone is interested, I happen to have some lovely postcards of "Writing in Summer" and "Writing in Spring." If you'd like one mailed to you, email me with your address: irene (at) irenelatham (dot) com. Happy writing, and thanks for reading!

7 comments:

  1. The last line is telling and true!
    Hope you saw my review of DON'T FEED THE BOY on Booklog.
    Joan

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    1. Thank you, Joan - heading to your blog now!

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  2. Irene, what a charming poem. I am going to read it to my daughters right now. Thank you for sharing!

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  3. What a wonderful 'accidental poem'. Makes me want to be a kid again. Love those fall memories!

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