After yesterday's beach walk
I asked you to look at "Shells",
the poem by Ted Hughes, for prep.
I am now going to read it to you
in such a way as to leave time for thought.
Use the time. Think about the words,
what they suggest to you,
what pictures come into your mind
and how you might have described them
in the unlucky event
that you had been Ted Hughes!
Shells by Ted Hughs
Shells white, shells brown, sea-shells
Tumbled by sea, cry,
as we tumbled, losing our balance,
together as one, in the waves
Swarm the foam's edge, twittering shoals,
a jostle of curiosity -
always the curious one, my angel,
me loving her for it, she
loving the shoals and knowing them all by name.
But they screech as the wave hauls,
screeching for joy, toppled by breakers
or, cast bare, gleam dry.
From that gigantic bed of the sea
Was it gigantic, that bed of ours?
Where darkness on Time
Begets pearl, monster and anemone
Only shells come
To chatter of emptiness, or lie
We chattered and lay...
lovely as dumb.
she lovely as dumb.
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
A Birthday in April ~ Wordsworth Prompt from The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (The first of three posts which will celebrate the l...
It all depends, you see, how you go about it. And that I cannot tell you, for that will be dictated by you and by you knowing your friends...
Hello everyone who follows David King (My Father). On behalf of the family this post is to let you know that Dad sadly passed away, peacefu...
My belated and qualified thanks to The Guardian for Saturday's book reviews by readers. Less jaded than the usual re-views from professi...
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Never seen this done before. A truly original approach, a poem within a poem. Very good.
Absolutely haunting, Dave, everything I've ever known about Hughes wells up to the surface. Noisy images.
You are a very creative poet. All poets are creative and you are extra creative.
A very evocative piece,Dave. I can taste the brine and feel the wind, as well as hear the eerie voice of the poet(s). Well done.
Gorgeous and evocative. Nicely done.
The trouble is, as I see it, that when you have the talent of Ted Hughes you often have the turmoil of personality to go with it. I think that comes over in this poem - even a simple sea shell takes on a train of thought that leads to emotions.
I can hear the crashing of the waves and the howling of the wind in the shell you put up to your ear and smell the brine :-).
Thanks Jim. A bit of an experiment, good to have feedback.
Thanks Elisabeth. It took me a while to get into Hughes, but now the more of him I read, the more I think of him.
That's really good of you to say that.
And yoou have the beginning of a poem right there. Thanks so much.
Thanks. Much appreciated.
The Weaver of Grass
Yes, I think that's very perceptive of you. I was trying to think of others iitt might apply to, and yes, I think you may have something there.
I used to enjoy those sounds, I remember. Not so much now I have them all the time.
I read this three times ... fascinating how the work flows, poem within poem.
Thanks. Good to know you got something from it. Thanks for the feedback.
Post a Comment