The poetic task on this happy Friday was to write an elegy on the subject of ‘fog’, using a metaphor. Here goes…
Rat.
The sight was hazed, the stature awry,
When whistling chaperoned the blindness.
Our bones would knock as sea-sick rocks,
As we tripped the dance of the inebriated.
Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt.
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Can’t entirely understand this. Could you explain?
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I took the idea of fog and thought about the fog caused by alcohol, and the way it affects people, blurred vision, hazy hearing, tumbling body movements, etc. The title was a play on a very English term of drunk, ‘ratted’ but perhaps also alludes to a ‘love rat’, I’m not sure, it just came out! I hope that helps 🙂
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Wow. That’s so creative. Love it. 😉
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Thanks! I’ll wander over and have a look 🙂
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Like it very much especially the last line. I see it as not being able to see through the fog so you are stumbling.
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That’s a good interpretation, it’s certainly what I was describing, although in my mind the fog was more alcohol induced… :-S
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Oh like fog caused by too much vodka etc a mental and physical fog. Nice
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This is really nice. Mysterious and telling all at once!
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Thank you! I certainly try to retain an air of mystery at all times, haha 🙂
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Perfect response to both the poetry prompt and the photo challenge!
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Thanks Andy, it was nice to be given a prompt for the accompanying photo as otherwise I was stuck!
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Doesn’t look like you were very stuck to me Laura!
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Ah that’s very lovely of you but be assured there were a few moments of staring into oblivion today… this week, in fact!
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I’ve had a few moments like that this week!
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The message of your poem was entirely clear to me – and quite amusing! I picked up on the oblique reference to ‘fog’, even though you didn’t use the word. Plus anything inspired by Champagne has got to be good! (humm. it just occurs to me that I immediately understood your metaphor, as I have experienced that sort of fog first-hand a time or two 🙂
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Phew. that’s a relief, thank you for saying so! I was worried I’d been to abstract, but like you say, maybe it needed some shared personal experience to translate! 🙂
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Cheers! 🙂
janet
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Perfect match of photo and poem, Laura. Love it.
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Thank you! 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Nice one Laura! Love the second line! Opens it up from just the inebriated fog to all types of blindness, to the mysterious!
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Thank you! It’s great to get some feedback, and I’m glad it’s being interpreted that way!
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