Poetry Process

May 29, 2009 The next poem is titled Broken Plates and Other Superstitions. I started writing this as an argument against superstitions, but the poem morphed of it’s own volition into justification for such behavior. The reader may get the initial feel for the way this piece was suppose to go, though its not difficult to follow the shift in direction.

I equate death with demons in this work and the hope here is that my readers may once again touch upon this love of life I keep writing about. It is a continuing theme that also gives life to my poetry. It is not really so much a choice I make as it is an unconscious direction my writing takes me to.

I actually labored a little on the spelling of Smoky hills. I didn’t want to label yet another work of mine as Appalachian-centric. I do have readers from other areas and I never like to categorize what I write as readable only to a certain geography. I believe in my reader, though. And everyone knows where I’m from anyway. Smoky it is.

I purposefully gave my dancing devil a female gender. It’s a play on the transitory nature of how we perceive evil. I follow the female naming almost immediately by calling the devil by one of his old names. Gamesman was a hard word to settle on, but I did it for this very reason – to further delineate the devil female/male perception.

The poem ends by condemning the bliss felt by the devil. It can never be a good thing and perhaps that is reason enough to counter any wicked thing in whatever manner you think best. Just so long as it gets done. This poem was really fun to write and I hope my readership has as much fun with it as I did.

Find the poem Broken Plates and Other Superstitions at www.MySpace.com/fenrirbound in the May 29 blog.

Testing why I never used this blog

I'm not really writing a poem
I'm writing an adventure to see if my
poetic style is now accepted
I don't use any outlandish
or crazy devices
I indent and use my
puncuation sparingly
These things are fairly simple and
innocent devices that I'm sure
I've heard of other poets using
Maybe things have changed
Maybe this adventure
was a poem
all along
FRS