Last night, my writing group, Teach Write, held our monthly journal club. We wrote to a prompt about hiding places. My best elementary school friend, Angie, and I would hide and play in a huge mulberry tree. It may have been more of a hang-out spot rather than a hiding place, but we sure did spend a lot of time there.
As I opened my notebook and began to write, the memories came flooding back and fell into this (backwards) nonet poem of nine lines with an ascending syllable count.
in the
field stood a
mulberry tree,
cascading branches
creating a hideout.
I stretch out on a long branch
tasting the sun-sweetened berries
as our childhood friendship ripens, too.
Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating
a space for me and other teacher-writers to share our stories.
a space for me and other teacher-writers to share our stories.
A well crafted poem with vivid imagery and rhythm! I appreciated the idea of childhood friendships ripening.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cherished memory to revive! The use of personification in the last line, "childhood friendship ripens" matches well with the "sun-sweetened berries."
ReplyDeleteOoh, I love that last line.
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