What can you hang on a line?
A challenge for you, writers.
Take the idea of 'a line' and riff on it, collecting images and impressions that belong or appear along that line. Here are some options. I'm sure you can think of others.
A railway line.
A line of script
The front line
A telephone line
A bee line
A picket line
A blood line
A red line
A production line
A double yellow line
A line in the sand
A firing line
The line of duty
A chorus line
Form your ideas together and see what happens. Perhaps it will prompt you to write a longer piece.
I wrote about a washing line. In the end, I think I was telling a story about a family, but I didn't realise it at the time.
Washing line
White sheets, flirting with the whip
of an autumn breeze.
A yellow dress, its skirts wide,
reaches up then settles,
as though recalling the dance.
Three black socks, and we all know why.
A child's apron, wrong without
flour accidents and chocolate smears.
Small tartan pyjamas, mischievous
at play in the November air.
Washcloths, two frayed, one new -
squares pegged close like three quiet windows
until a quick gust makes them unruly curtains.
A man's black shirt, sober against the rest,
like a warning or rebuke.
Please do share your writing in the comments. I'd love to see people's different 'takes' on this exercise!
Fran is a writer and English teacher from Leamington Spa, Warwickshire, in England. Her latest book was published by SPCK in May and is a funny teacher-memoir about all kinds of misbehaviour, a subject with which she is familiar. It's called 'Miss, What Does Incomprehensible Mean?' You can find out more about Fran and her work by visiting her website
From images yesterday as non essential shops reopened, A Haiku:
ReplyDeleteTwo metres apart
In line anticipating
Primark reopens
This is fabulous! My favourite line is the one about the squares like quiet windows. Lovely. Wish I'd thought of that!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I wasn't sure that line worked so I'm glad it worked for you!
DeleteA chilly night in the community hall,
ReplyDeleteValiant ladies, headscarves knotted, handbags at dawn.
"We've got a lot of work to do". It's Beryl, Chair and general All Round Good Egg.
"Ready for your big number, Joyce?"
Sighs all round. Why did she get the part?
Look at those legs. We'll be a laughing stock.
But off she goes. Doughty. Sturdy.
Calves pasty white under the lights.
"Five six seven eight!"
"Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz."
More mutterings. Don't roll them down. Please.
And the less said about her knees the better.
Shuffling and creaking as the ladies get into formation.
A chorus line. Only three more rehearsals to go.
"Five six seven eight ...."
Ruth, this is fantastic! Wow! So much life and humour and feeling. So, you're a poet as well as everything else. I can't keep up!
DeleteThanks Fran! I loved your poem and your prompt. No idea where Joyce and her pasty legs came from!
DeleteBrilliant, I love it. What a fantastic exercise.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Wendy!
DeleteI love this idea. It appeals to me as a good way to inspire a longer piece of writing. The poem is brilliant. It conveys so much about the family. My favourite is the yellow dress.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Sheila. I think I like the mischievous pyjamas best!
DeleteJust catching up. Fantastic as always - and so useful. Must have a go. Thanks again Fran
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Eileen. I hope you enjoy having a crack at it!
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