Archive for January 6th, 2009

Poetry challenge 1

January 6, 2009

Here’s the first poetry challenge.   Start with this word in all its aspects.  Write about what’s in front of you and let it show up somewhere and underlie your thought.  Or just start here and see where it goes.  I’ll post my poem later in the day.

Ginger

GINGER

 

And here’s my poem in draft form:

Cold sharp as ginger,
eyes tear up, the blood braces
under wool and down, the slow
chafing of skin, the burning
dry air.

Morning,
above the mountains,
a band of ginger light,
yellow lingering before blue
the hesitation of day, slow
anticipation of sun.

We have forgotten
the generosity of warmth,
how light draws us
to our better selves.
We huddle in, hoard warmth,
firewood, chocolate.

The band of light widens.
The day lengthens minute
by minute. We wait
for change,
for cold to lift,
for-so far to go-
spring.

View from Mattie’s Pillow

January 6, 2009

I’m sitting in my living room near the woodstove balancing the laptop on my lap. The stove we bought when we moved here has a window at the front, so we can see curls of light from the flame as the wood burns. These days, we’re burning only birch, those lovely trees with their white bark that peels like sunburnt skin in summer. We’ve stacked the split wood on the stove to warm  to room temperature from 40 below; I admire the clean whiteness of the bark, the dense grain of the wood itself.

In Interior Alaska, birch is the hardwood we have. It gives off more heat than other available wood such as spruce, cottonwood/poplar, or willow. The wood curves as it grows so that the trunks of birch trees look like giant legs or hips. Interior artists such as Kes Woodward or David Mollet have made much of this quality.

Today, I have been clearing out a physical space downstairs to write–a room and a desk that has been burdened by boxes, years of graded papers, old bills, a bicycle, yoga mats, sleeping bags–all the things that needed a generic place to stage when we needed to move them from someplace else. Now there is a path to the desk by the window with a statue of the Buddha, a long-suffering plant, some rocks from various places, and, on days with no ice fog, a view of the Alaska Range. I have a sabbatical semester starting today; my plan is to finish the chapters of a book of meditations n the horse, working title And the Horse, and to continue a practice I started last winter of setting a daily poetry challenge in hopes of completing a chapbook. I will post drafts of the horse book as I complete chapters and will post poetry challenges for myself and any readers who want to take them up.

As for Mattie’s Pillow, I am growing into the blogging process. All two of my readers have given me good feedback so far, and the look and content of this blog may change in the next few days. For now, while I am still mostly inside by the fire, gazing out at Mattie and Sam themselves, so handsome in their blankets and frosty manes, I will be exploring how this virtual space can parallel the one I have imagined and how I can begin to make connections between people I care about and others who care about the things I do.