#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
This morning’s walk into the woods is a very chilly one – 36 degrees and so I stay out for a shorter time than usual and add a short swim indoors. This morning is my Wednesday group and I need time to finish preparing. I’ve chosen, as a warm-up, a poem by James Wright, “The Journey,” to read before having them write from a personal photo they’ve brought from some travel of their own, recent or past. First, before reading it aloud to each other, we’re listening, spellbound, to a wonderful recording of Charles Wright reading it.
…I found the spider web there, whose hinges
Reeled heavily and crazily with the dust,
Whole mounds and cemeteries of it, sagging
And scattering shadows among shells and wings.
And then she stepped into the center of air
Slender and fastidious, the golden hair
Of daylight along her shoulders, she poised there,
While ruins crumbled on every side of her.
Free of the dust, as though a moment before
She had stepped inside the earth, to bathe herself…