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Exploring At Night-A First Line Index Poem

 I previously shared a first line index poem in March last year. It was titled 'Island Observations.'

I recently returned to this poetic form using the index from Carol Ann Duffy's anthology '101 Poems For Children' as inspiration.

I must admit, I love the challenge these poems present. You are driven by the urge to be a word weaver. It is a process requiring patience and being prepared to let the words settle for a while. You want the lines to display connectiveness. Lots of reading aloud is required to determine if the resulting poem has a sufficient sense of flow to it. Here's what I made of these special lines...






Exploring At Night

First Line Index Poem

 

In winter I get up at night

At nine of the night, I open the door

 

And we left our beds in the dark

The first whisper of stars is a faint thing

Big Dipper, Giant Racer, Figure of Eight

Fish-bones lay in the smelly bin

Monday, I found a boot

 

Come on everybody

Come play with me

I am waiting for you

In the far corner

In the gloom of whiteness

 

We cannot hear the birds sleeping

Who heard a whistle in the night, so far away

Who or why, or which, or what?

I’ll tell you if you really want to know

The rustling of leaves under feet

in woods and under hedges

It was in the garden of golden apples

The fox fled over the fields away from the farm.

Alan j Wright





It is yet again, Poetry Friday. This week our genial host is none other than Molly Hogan, a poet I much admire. Molly's post is  centred upon a bouquet of haiku and photos in celebration of summer, both in her yard and garden, and further afield. Visit Molly to discover more. 




 

Comments

  1. OOOOOOOOOOH, How beautiful. And, the photo matches the tone of the lines perfectly. I like how this cento takes reading and crafting. It's good for a poet mind. I need to try this.

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    1. Thank you, Linda for your positive response to my poem. You're right about the exercise being good for the poet's mind. It becomes an enticing challenge.

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  2. Nice job, Alan! :)

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  3. Alan, what beautiful imagery. So many thoughts, ideas, and phrases to love! “In the gloom of whiteness” is striking.

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    1. Thank you Tracey. The poem was gifted these fascinating lines. I guess my job was to weave them in such a way that they were seen to maximum advantage. I found the whole exercise quite stimulating.

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  4. We once had a cabin far in the Rockies and didn't walk far really but would sit near on a downed log, watch as eyes adjusted, and listen, hard! Your poem brought me back to that time, Alan. If one lets it in, it is very special to go out into the dark. Your line choices are wonderful.

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    1. Linda, you paint an idyllic scene of that cabin in the Rockies. As you write, night walks in rural settings are quite special. I'm glad you enjoyed the final meshing of those chosen lines.

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  5. Wow, this sets SUCH a mood. I love it. I've only written one or two centos, but I love this challenge of assembling borrowed lines or titles. I'm going to need to give this a try! Thank you.

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    1. Mood is good, Laura. That pleases me. The challenge is compelling. Good luck with your index line explorations...

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  6. What an invigorating challenge you set for yourself, Alan! You've combined these lines to such great effect here. I'm definitely going to be searching through my anthologies to look for a first line index so I can try this. You make it look easy!

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    1. It was indeed invigorating as a writing challenge, Molly. Good luck with your anthology ponderings.

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  7. You set up a bit of a mystery here, and with some satisfaction I read the last line. Nice work connecting these lines!

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    1. Thank you. The mystery was inherent in so many lines in the index. It was presenting itself as a wonderful possibility.

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  8. From Carol Varsalona Alan, I followed your trail backwards to understand what an index poem is. It is challenging to be a good word weaver but you captured a great flow in your poems. In this post, I really loved the image of the house and the word chosen to bring it to life.

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    1. Thanks Carol. The word weaving is at the heart of this challenge, no doubt about it. It was great material to work with.

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    2. I have been using the words, word weaving, for years now. It is a wonderful way to make writing appealing, Alan.

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    3. Word weaving is a wonderful concept, Carol. Like you, I find it most engaging.

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  9. Your collection of lines and the organization of them creates a cloak of mystery - perfect for the night. Now I want to try a first line index poem. Thanks for the inspiration!

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    1. 'A cloak of mystery' - I like that, Rose. Thank goodness for those first lines. They made for a compelling invitation. May your inspiration lead you to find words you feel obliged to weave!

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  10. Fabulous...and fascinating! Add me to the crew who wants to try first line index poems!

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    1. And away you go, Mary Lee. Thanks for your response. Good luck with the search for a suitable index!

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  11. Wow! What a masterful result for (IMO) a VERY difficult challenge, Alan! -- Anastasia

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    1. Thank you, Anastasia. Your kind words are appreciated.

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  12. FAvorite: "The first whisper of stars is a faint thing" -- because I think stars insist on using inside voices even outside. And they want us to go slow when we star gaze.

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    1. Patricia, you reveal yourself as a student of the stars. You have the origins of a poem in your response, me thinks.

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  13. I love thinking about us all as word weavers. What a cool type of poem to try!

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    1. We are indeed word weavers all, Marcie. Glad you liked my poetic investigations.

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