Hi Erica, really enjoyed class this week! So great to hear the thoughts of all those amazing people. I thought I would post the class exercise we did but didn't get a chance to share. The tarot concrete object free-writing prompt. There is some synesthesia :-) I had the lantern from the hermit card.
But what of the lantern that shone from deep within the moth illuminating the innards through scales? Shortly before, her bowels were dissecting the earthy scent of leaves, wet branches were decomposed and from them dripped sticky balm. It was meant to be medicinal. Fleshy earth from past lives had been dragged, accumulated, for centuries. She knew once they made a sound but it could no longer steam violet as there was no space left. So she wondered about karma, but would then turn away. At some point the serpent showed her how and shared bile. And more bile; bile for days. She drunk and drunk and drunk, recoiling at the taste of the mercy brown noise.
Thank you, Meisha! This is beautiful. I particularly admire "steam violet" for not just the synesthesia but the inventive way you use the verb "steam." The Hermit's lantern is like a portal that opened up into a stunning, new world here! The last line leaves me breathless. Keep writing these!
Hi Erica, really enjoyed class this week! So great to hear the thoughts of all those amazing people. I thought I would post the class exercise we did but didn't get a chance to share. The tarot concrete object free-writing prompt. There is some synesthesia :-) I had the lantern from the hermit card.
But what of the lantern that shone from deep within the moth illuminating the innards through scales? Shortly before, her bowels were dissecting the earthy scent of leaves, wet branches were decomposed and from them dripped sticky balm. It was meant to be medicinal. Fleshy earth from past lives had been dragged, accumulated, for centuries. She knew once they made a sound but it could no longer steam violet as there was no space left. So she wondered about karma, but would then turn away. At some point the serpent showed her how and shared bile. And more bile; bile for days. She drunk and drunk and drunk, recoiling at the taste of the mercy brown noise.
Does the wind now move over her wings?
Thank you, Meisha! This is beautiful. I particularly admire "steam violet" for not just the synesthesia but the inventive way you use the verb "steam." The Hermit's lantern is like a portal that opened up into a stunning, new world here! The last line leaves me breathless. Keep writing these!
P.S, I also appreciated how embodied the piece is! Bravo!
Erica, thanks for your comments 🙏🏻 I hadn't thought about it being embodied, interesting!
You’re welcome!
Now there's a title to get people curious😝
Exactly! hahaha!