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Guest Post – Chloe Westphal

Third up to take on the poetry guest post this month is Chloe Westphal. You can find more of her work at her blog [Over]Analysing Literature.

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I used to hate writing poetry.

I always loved reading poetry. It was my mother who introduced me, and I especially loved Shel Silverstein. But writing poetry was different. The only time I ever wrote poetry was in school, where we were supposed to follow rigid forms with strict rules, about topics that meant little to me. As a child who disliked following rules, it never would have occurred to me to do this on my own, for fun.

The first time I realised that poetry could be a real form of expression is when I was eight years old. My dog was hit by a car, and I was distraught. My mother suggested that I write a poem about her. So, I did.

It wasn’t so much a poem as a paragraph, because the only poems I knew how to write were cinquains, acrostics, diamantes, and the like. I remember thinking that the dog who was forever escaping fences wouldn’t want to be crammed into one of those forms. I don’t even have that poem anymore, but that’s what I consider my first true poem; it was the first poem I wrote as self-expression. I had even given some thought to whether the form fit the subject matter. It was definitely a milestone.

When I was eleven, I read a book that completely changed how I saw poetry. It was Love That Dog, by Sharron Creech. It’s about a boy whose teacher helps him learn to express himself through poetry after his dog gets hit by a car (yes, there were obvious parallels). By this time, I had moved past the death of my dog, but I’d lost my grandmother, and there were a lot of emotions that I still had yet to find an outlet for. I soon had a designated poetry journal, and I started writing poetry constantly. The influence of Love That Dog was embarrassingly obvious. I definitely hadn’t developed my own style yet, but it was a start.

The reason I love poetry is that it does such a good job of capturing how one was feeling in a particular moment of time. It’s like a way to snapshot the human mind or heart. There are some poems that I have a hard time going back and reading just because it takes me right back to where I was in the moment I wrote it. For me, only poetry does that.

I get the inspiration for my poetry in two major ways. The first (and probably healthier) way is when an odd little snatch of phrase floats through my mind. I grab hold of it and turn it around and around until I figure out how to build a poem around it. The second way requires that I be absolutely in “the depths of despair.” Needless to say, these aren’t exactly happy poems, but as I wrote in a journal one time: “At least my anxious thoughts make good poetry.” A third, less common way is that sometimes when I read a poem that I really admire, I try to see if I can copy, not the poem itself, but the specific way it made me feel when I read it.

Here’s an example of a poem that started with an unusual phrase: “little pink rivers of ribbon and lace.” It popped into my head, I had no idea what it meant, and next thing I know it’s the title of a poem.

 Little Pink Rivers of Ribbon and Lace 

 Snatches of many sad songs

fade into her mind and out again,

as she sits in the centre

of the floor.

As she sits alone, in an empty room

full of stuff.

And sad songs play on an

endless loop in her

foolish little head.

And the sun hits the

rain-streaked window so that little pink rivers

of ribbon and lace

made of light

trail about the room—

which—of course—starts her thinking of

ribbon-like entrails, pink,

and humans, fragile as delicate lace.

And she sits with her

sad-song thoughts and she wonders if you might sometimes think this way?

Her throat catches:

she cannot imagine

not being alone.

 

 

 

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

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