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This blog originally had a very specific purpose: it was a place to post prompts for creative writing during the time of the lockdown. Initially it was for the use of my writing group, as we could not for the time being meet in person - but it's available now to anyone who'd like to have a go at creative writing. I very strongly believe that writing is good for you: while you're writing, you're off somewhere else - you've escaped! So off you go - have fun!

Friday, 16 April 2021

'Grief is the thing with feathers.'




Grief is the thing with feathers is the title of a book by Ned Porter. I haven't read it, but for some reason the title has been running through my mind lately. I'd imagined it must be a quote from something, but if so, I haven't been able to find out what.

I don't understand it - does it mean that grief is like a bird? I don't know. But somehow it resonates.

I thought we might use it as a starting point for some writing.

Grief is an emotion, a feeling. Think of others - happiness, sadness, jealousy, anger. Make up your own metaphor: eg Anger is a fire-breathing dragon, Joy is a balloon the colour of rainbows.

Using one of these as a starting point, write a poem or a story that explores that particular emotion.

Update - a friend has told me that the title is adapted from a poem by Emily Dickinson. Here it is.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

2 comments:

  1. Oddly, it made me think of what looked like a dead pheasant in our garden on Wednesday. It was lying in a patch of wilting daffodils. As you do, I went out with a sinking feeling to deal with it. As I got near, she fluttered to life and began banging herself against the fence. After a bit, she remembered how to fly,as pheasants do, and launched herself over the fence. Drama over!

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  2. It's a an alteration of a poem by Emily Dickinson:
    Hope is the thing with feathers -
    That perches in the soul -
    And sings the tune without the words -
    And never stops - at all -

    And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
    And sore must be the storm -
    That could abash the little Bird
    That kept so many warm -

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
    And on the strangest Sea -
    Yet - never - in Extremity,
    It asked a crumb - of me.

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