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.
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
13/01/2015 at 10:06 am
Here you are: an old one, but I’m busy putting together a memoir collection, and this is one of them!
1953
Back in my dim and distant youth
homes were heated with smokey coal fires.
Dirty brown fog was known as smog –
killer of the elderly, the sick and the lost.
I was the lost, along with my friends,
as we made our way through filthy air
towards home at midnight,
from the school Christmas dance,
hugging the railings, then making a chain
of hands to cross each void.
Every known landmark disappeared,
disguised as something sinister.
Footsteps behind caused concerted panic
amid recollections of Jack the Ripper.
Stumbling by accident onto a porch we knew,
relief on every side.
On the floor, laid out in rows,
we passed the night
giggling our decontraction.
No mobile ‘phones
for us to contact home
No way to prevent poor fathers
setting out in vain search.
So came the dawn,
still muffled in brown fog,
we shuffled home.
Exhausted fathers found their beds
to sleep away their
living nightmare night,
knowing that we were safe.
margo roby
13/01/2015 at 10:11 am
This was fun, reliving the differences another time makes. I like the rhythm, ViV. It’s a lovely read.
georgeplace2013
13/01/2015 at 12:31 pm
decontraction… I want to remember that, perfect. I can sympathize with your dad. What a long, awful night for him. At least you girls knew you were safe and together. Wonderful memory, wonderfully executed.
Hannah Gosselin
18/01/2015 at 9:01 pm
Wow…what an all-consuming fog you’ve expressed so richly here, Viv. Well written and happy memoir creating to you!
Misky
13/01/2015 at 11:08 am
Hello. http://selmasiri.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/fog-fog/
margo roby
13/01/2015 at 11:10 am
Ola.
Misky
13/01/2015 at 11:20 am
Hola.
Misky
13/01/2015 at 11:21 am
Moshi Moshi!
margo roby
13/01/2015 at 12:38 pm
Yasu
georgeplace2013
13/01/2015 at 12:24 pm
Foggy yesterday-foggy today… it is enough to get ya down. Thank goodness for a Tuesday prompt!
https://debispoems.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/fog/
margo roby
13/01/2015 at 12:40 pm
Live in my neighbourhood, do you? It does appear to be a rather extensive system. I am on my way. Thank goodness for no fog in cyberspace, at least, at the moment.
georgeplace2013
13/01/2015 at 2:07 pm
Revised the ending (just for Margo). I welcome all suggestions.
margo roby
13/01/2015 at 2:15 pm
Grin. Thank you kindly.
Hannah Gosselin
13/01/2015 at 12:44 pm
Hello Margo!! I love fog! So inspiring, thank you!
http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/witness/
margo roby
13/01/2015 at 12:47 pm
I do, too, Hannah! I’m on my way.
barbcrary
13/01/2015 at 10:36 pm
Well, good grief. Thank you for the urging to try some found poetry. I now know that I totally agree with your comment to Barbara last week that black out is HARD. Even going back to my default position and attempting a 5-7-5 proved to be more daunting than expected. I’ve got get into better shape than this before April rolls around!
Anyway – https://eyeofraven.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/january-13-2015-smallstone-fog/
margo roby
14/01/2015 at 8:43 am
I have found it does get easier with practice, Barb. Also, I like the challenge of using as few words as possible. I get antsy when I see a lot of the original words still in place. To me, that’s the original author still doing the heavy work. Remix is different in that we are usually choosing words and phrases from a larger source.
purplepeninportland
13/01/2015 at 11:09 pm
Foggy weather is inspiring and romantic.
Mine is up at: https://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/veiled/
b_y
14/01/2015 at 10:33 am
Mornin’
https://itzazif.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/while-it-is-nothing-but-water/
margo roby
14/01/2015 at 10:49 am
Mornin’ to you.
summerstommy2
14/01/2015 at 6:11 pm
Hi Margo here is my effort today:
margo roby
15/01/2015 at 8:01 am
Good to see you again, Michael. I’m on my way, although, if my maths is right, you’ll be tucked up in bed.
Sasha A. Palmer
15/01/2015 at 5:59 pm
Hi Margo,
here’s mine:
http://www.thehappyamateur.com/2015/01/wikems-anyone.html
Thank you.
Janet
16/01/2015 at 12:58 am
hi Margo, Sasha steered me in your direction:) http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2015/01/fo-gotten.html
margo roby
16/01/2015 at 9:42 am
Hello, Janet. So good to see you. Come back!
rosross
16/01/2015 at 7:26 am
http://roslynrosssmallstones.blogspot.com/2015/01/fog.html
It is nice to return to the world of words after the Christmas/New Year break.
julespaige
16/01/2015 at 7:29 am
My brain saw ‘Froggy went a courting…”
Anyway I was at Sasha’s and did a Wikem for her and it fits here:
https://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/2015/01/16/see-plane-1-15/
Janet
16/01/2015 at 8:05 am
mine are at at Sasha’s Wikem page as well!
http://www.thehappyamateur.com/2015/01/wikems-anyone.html
julespaige
16/01/2015 at 8:56 am
Did a visit there from your comment –
After swimming through the G+ to get to your post.
Bookmarked your site 🙂
Janet
16/01/2015 at 8:00 am
one more. http://anotherporch.blogspot.ca/2015/01/in-that-fog-is-low-lying-exerpt-from.html