Friday Freewrite: Playing with poetry
Pick out a poem and select a line from it. Write it at the top of your page and freewrite about it! Then post your results here. I’d love to see what you come up with.
If you don’t have time to find a line, here’s one: He clasps the crag with crooked hands… (The Eagle, by Tennyson)
My 11yo son wrote this today:
“Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea- change
Into something rich and strange.”
The Tempest, by William Shakespeare
The entire poem is better than a line, but it is a line, and one must come to appreciate simplicity, all and all.
The line is pretty, which is the main reason I picked it. Those of whom have read the tale that Shakespeare nicely written tale will agree that it is a pleasantry that most don’t get to see often (or people just don’t seem to care).
This line was from the taunting chant that the spirit Ariel roused a troubling prince from a woe-is-me self pity wallow.