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One of the things I like to do in this poetry month is to take a poem I like (or maybe one I don’t like so well) and change it up. It doesn’t have to be one of my poems — it can be a stranger’s poem or someone from my poetry group.  The point is to take the concept as a jumping off point. I sometimes also use the language the other writer has used but not always.

Today I was working on a poem based on this snippet from a writer in my poet’s group.

Instead of
closing like an ocean shell
hiding that germ of criticism inside
cutting you off
defending myself of not being perfect
feeling misunderstood
blaming you of insensitivity

And began to explore the shell metaphor more thoroughly:

She was a clam shell
or a snail shell, a turtle drawn into itself.
No, an oyster, the germ of reproach
deep inside, an irritant no doubt,
a worry. Something to stew about.

This was the comfort place
painful as it was, it could be defended
closed off. Someone else to blame.
The nacreous shell concealing
the pithy truth congealing.

I’m still working this up but have enjoyed the process thus far.

The NaPo prompt was to write an ekphrasis — that is, a poem inspired by a work of art. I didn’t do that yet, but depending on the prompt for tomorrow, I may go back in time and pick this up instead.

til tomorrow,