One of the things I saw this morning was an exercise I did a while back which I meant to share here on the blog. It was an exercise in poem modeling: that is, looking at an already written (sometimes classic) poem, and modeling my own poem off it. I don't do these kinds of creative riffs often enough. While they don't always lead to the most fluid of poems for me, I still find the exercises mentally and creatively helpful. And sometimes they do lead to fun results.
In this case, I decided to riff on William Blake's famous poem "The Lamb." Here is the well-known gem, in case you haven't read it in a while...
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who
made thee?
Dost thou know who
made thee?
Little lamb, I’ll
tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll
tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God
bless thee!
Little lamb, God
bless thee!
-- William Blake (1789)
And here's my modeling off of it. The trickiest part of this exercise may have been choosing what my central theme would be: it had to be a creature or part of creation that would lend itself easily to a comparison with Jesus and with humanity. I chose a rose.
I also chose to change the "thee" to "you," both to show that I am writing in a different century than Blake, and also just to vary the sounds of the poem (note that in conjunction with "thee" he uses words like "feed" and "mead" and "meek" that draw on the long "e" sound). Whereas I took the "oo" sound in "you" and played off it with words like "bloom" and "room" and "too" and "new."
Lovely rose, who made you?
Do you know who made you,
Made you bud, brought you to bloom
Into a vibrant silken room;
Gave you colors warm and bright,
Some dark velvet, others light;
Gave you such a sweet, fresh scent,
That wafts up to the firmament?
Lovely
rose, who made you?
Do you
know who made you?
Lovely rose, I’ll tell
you;
Lovely rose, I’ll tell
you;
He himself was once a bloom,
Sheltered in a tiny room,
Brought to fruitful, flowering birth,
Here upon the barren earth.
I’m a flower, like you too,
Born to bloom and become new.
Lovely
rose, God love you!
Lovely
rose, God love you!
(EMP, 2017)
Modeling exercises really are fun. Choose a poem you love that is written by someone else (well-known or not) and hold it up like a diamond, admiring all its facets. Then try to carve your own gemstone in words. It's a good creative challenge!
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