Wriggle and Squirm

Sometimes, when the sun has gone to bed,
a can of words opens in my head,

too tired to stop them wriggling across my brain,
they leave slime and detritus, worry and pain,

a blot on the landscape of my weary creativity.
I carry them with me up the creaky

stairs and, as soon as my head hits the pillow, (unaware
that those wormy words are still wriggling there)

I fall asleep. Into the depths of darkness, they squirm,
aerating the soil of my dreams, crumbling from firm

to soft and mushy, fertile ground for words to flower
into stories and poetry. Long past the witching hour,

they blossom in the dark, their petals soft and scented,
beauties and beasts waiting to be regimented

into sentence and paragraph, line and stanza –
a poet’s imagination is a word extravaganza.

Kim M. Russell, 12th February 2020

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My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #6: Turn Cliché into Poetry or Prose

Magaly has been running on her trampoline and talking to her fairy godchild about cliché, which she says is the place ‘where exhausted phrases go to die’ – I love that It metamorphosed into today’s  prompt, in which we are taking one or more clichés and turning them into new poetry or prose (stories, articles, letters, etc.). I chose ‘the sun has gone to bed’, ‘a blot on the landscape’, ‘can of worms’, and ‘as soon as my head hits the pillow’, and the whimsical worms did the rest!

31 thoughts on “Wriggle and Squirm

  1. Gosh this is absolutely stunning in its phrasing, Kim!💝 I especially love; “crumbling from firm to soft and mushy, fertile ground for words to flower into stories and poetry.” 😍😍

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  2. I love the wordplay so much, Kim. You truly embraced the resurrection of an old phrase. I suspect, that from now on, every time I hear “can of worms” I will smile and imagine “a can of words” nourishing a muse’s dream and inking wonder into being.

    And I love those last two lines!

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  3. Why is this true for so many of us? “…the landscape of my weary creativity.” – I see the want of rest but the mind cultivates another line or sentence that needs to be transcribed or it find the fate of a forgotten memory.
    Thank you for this thought, Kim.

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  4. Like the earworm, they won’t go away. But your drawing board makes lemonade. BTW, I key mine in using my smartphones before I get up, trying to savor those weird ideas in print. (Besides, my computer crashed in November.)

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