A few years ago, a friend of my older daughters' contacted me and said she wanted to do some writing and would I help? We kicked around the idea of a small class built around her, then I said, "Just come over one night next week and we'll write."
There began about four months of Thursday evening visits. We would sit in my writing cabin and I would give us a prompt and we would both write. She'd always been a favorite of mine, and it made me happy to hang out with her.
One evening I asked her to list several words. I listed some. We wrote them on index cards and then drew them, and wrote a poem. This is what I came up with. Oh, and it's relevant that she was planning her wedding at the time.
No idea what it all means, but it was fun.
Little Exercise with Wine and Sunset
Wine and sunset, reduced to words
on a page. What's love
if you've melted like Dorothy's wicked witch
into an amalgam of cells?
(Put me in a bucket, my darling,
carry me with you.)
See these ligaments, piping
like tiny green frogs in the dark?
Where's your brilliant sunset this time?
Will your wings melt
into a puddle? Will you taste of wine
when I kiss you?