If Cinderella taught me anything,
it's that mending clothes for ungrateful stepfamily
is no way to spend a Saturday morning.
And to never date a prince,
no matter how noble his endeavors
to rescue you from coaches of gourd
or step sisters simpering and smarmy,
as it's not very nice to hike a hemline up to there
and then leave a girl sitting in the dirt
because her feet don't fit your glass vision.
Use it in the story, springboard off of it, do whatever you want with it. Write it, post it, link up in the comments before midnight on Sunday. Read and comment on others who've linked up. I'll share your creations on Twitter.
When she doesn't claim the label. I wouldn't call myself a poet.
I like poetry.
I really like poetic prose.
I like making my own prose as musical and fluid as I can (it tends to go well with the type of descriptive writing I enjoy). That said, I do dabble in poetry. (I think a lot of writers will dabble in areas that aren't their strengths, just for the sheer joy of creating and exploring.)
Most of my poetry never sees the light of day. Save for the few pieces I published a couple of years back and the minute stuff that might show up in my fiction. I've decided I should change that. Particularly in light of grad school continuing to drag on, which limits both my time and creativity. (I might have had the fourth and fifth parts of The Work written and posted by now were my attention not so split.)
So, moving forward, I'm going to be sharing past pieces from the poetry notebook and new pieces that I come up with, barring any ongoing submission/publication attempts. Because, why not? At the moment, all of these pieces are just hibernating in my archives. If someone out there in blog-land can get something out of them, I'm all for that. To kick off the sharing, here's a fragment of a piece. I think it was originally supposed to be the start of a longer work, but....it never took shape. Such is writing.
There's only an hour left for Monday (where I am), so I had to post. Bowie left an indelible impression on me as a teenager. I came to the body of his work by way of the movie Labyrinth (and, in fact, still have a subscription to the mostly defunct fandom email lists that started up in the mid to late 90s) and it's long been a well of inspiration that I pull from.
Thanks for the music. Thanks for the glamour. Thanks for the magic.