Poetry Prompt no.6 - Touch

  • Melpomene
    2 years ago

    The poetry exercises I have been posting tend to be sparked from my own experiences in my day to day life. Lately I haven't quite found anything that sparked an idea, that was until today.

    In one of my year 8 art classes I teach a student named Rachel. Rachel has Juvenile Batten's Disease. For those of your who are unaware, Juvenile Batten's Disease is degenerative neurological condition that results in a loss of vision, epilepsy, problems with speech, loss of muscle control, mental deterioration including possibly confusion and sometimes emotional problems.

    When I first started teaching Art I would spend many hours trying to figure out how I could really get Rachel art making. I didn't want her just colour in on a page, I wanted her to experience many different forms of art. After a lot of research and of course trial and error, I came to the conclusion Rachel responded best to tactile art making. Over the last few months Rachel has been weaving, using a loom I made out of cardboard. By giving her different materials with different textures, she's able to visualise what she is making instead of just making art for the sake of it.

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    So here is my challenge to you. Create a poem that is based on touch. Your poem can be about anything, you just need your words to create a tactile experience for the reader.

  • Poet on the Piano
    2 years ago

    ^ Wow, that's incredible about Rachel.

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    You say I can't understand your
    scars, but I do. They are the
    archaeology of your soul as you
    wrote in language without words, not
    knowing how to cope with the
    violence from your mind. I feel you as
    contours of an ancient cave, your texture
    rough, indents that foreshadow tragedies.
    You are hieroglyphics that haven't been
    decoded yet, as I try to understand
    the raised bumps and cool creases
    between the walls. You paint your
    skin with velvet pens that are softer
    and more delicate than the cashmere
    sweaters I knitted for you, when my
    knuckles cracked against poetry spines
    and crescents moons that scraped
    my heart like a nostalgic needle point
    blade.

    Your voice is swallowing bricks, you've
    confiscated all means of communication -
    as I feel the grit between your teeth,
    chewing tobacco and cracked lips because
    you thought winter was glued to your back.

    You are the rugged terrain I never had
    enough faith to walk on, my feet
    a sword in a stone.

    These scars will become smooth; your
    skin will be made of feathers instead of
    limestone and nails.

    You will feel like summer breezes and
    warm, smooth pavement, instead of
    the stalactites that pierce your soul.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    2 years ago

    Cool that you discovered a way to reach Rachel.

    Somehow I missed this prompt. Tomorrow I'll do it. (Rosaura's birthday today).

  • Meena Krish
    1 year ago

    Mel, its good that you were able to reach out to Rachel.

    Sorry I missed out on these postings...will try it out!