A russet hum
of leaves in gold hued gasp,
un-link their chain-link grasp, fall
to moss green burr and sod.
Above the sky, Elk grey
and still as if
in exile from a great herd.
A strum of geese beneath a chord of cloud,
clattering wings pulled bow taut
and arrow sharp.
A fretwork of grass slung drunk swaying.
Brittle notes scatter a litany of leaves.
A metallic chime of un-tuned strings,
disperse like seed.
I composed this poem at my writing club this week. We were looking at the phenomena of Synesthesia, the blending of senses. Synesthetes may feel the shape of a taste: for example sweetness as something round. Or they may see sounds tangibly. For example, the famous composer Alexander Scriabin could see the colour of musical notes.
We began by looking at some examples of Synethesia in literature. My favourite example was Green Froth by Alexandra Rallo:
The Creek is sluicing over
tiny pebbles, pulling at their dirty undersides,
licking them, rolling them together.
In my fingers, the wet soil squirms and
loosens: the leaves press
their chlorophyll on my skin.
The taste is herbal, soothing and warm –
it unlaces into chamomile tea.
The smell of woodland wetness. Hickory balm.
I am living in my nostalgia, furling slowly,
slowly into my hermit house of memories.
To construct my own poems. I made a list of tastes, colours, sounds and textures and experimented combining them.
Here are some of my favourite examples in those categories:
- Elk grey
- sea breeze blue
- ink blue
- parchment brown
- moss green
I then randomly put some of these combinations together into sentences and began to build some poems:
Salty sky crests
over a chime of tides
My thoughts stewed sweet with the hum of bees
A sea breeze of conversation, your smile, a windfall