8:53 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Restless sung by Audrey Assad
Hello, duckies. How is everyone? We are surrounded by a fog so thick, I can only see the next building. Rather fun if one doesn’t have to go out. Also fun because when I looked out the window and saw it, I tossed the prompt I had and decided we’d be foggy, instead.
The word fog derives from the Old Norse fjuk, a ‘drifting snow storm’. When I think about it, it makes sense, if the word elves were carrying across the meaning of not being able to see because of the weather phenomenon.
There are a couple of directions you can go:
1] Recall a time of fog you remember — see if you can remember more than one; that gives you more material to work with in crafting a poem.
2] Go all metaphorical with it.
3] Go to the Wikipedia page I am giving you and write a found poem, either a blackout poem [but don’t worry about showing the blackout — use it to obtain the poem], or a remix. There are some lovely possibilities. If you go this route, remember to credit the source.
4] Use one of fog’s other meanings. Some differences are slight, but can make a shift in what you choose to write about.
5] Freewrite your response to seeing the word fog, or seeing fog, and then find a poem within your freewrite.
I look forward to your poems. I think fog, as a topic, can be interesting on many levels. I shall see you on Thursday for links and such; Friday for the week’s roundup of prompts; and next Tuesday for another of my prompts.
Although I stopped writing it, remembering the new people we have, I want to remind you that any and all questions and suggestions regarding any of my posts, are welcome.
Happy writing, everyone.