Each year, I have my students craft forced association poems, where they pull together a poem that’s written about one thing…but it’s really about another.
We start by thinking of places or things (usually in nature) important to us: that one lilac bush, the park we love to play at, a favorite tree. Then, we think of the people important to us.
The title of the poem is the person we’re thinking about, but nothing in the poem mentions them – an invitation to our readers to make the leap into metaphor.
Whenever I sit down to craft in this fashion, I’m continually amazed by my train of thought. I start to list ideas, and then BOOM! I’m surprised by a new insight that’s made itself clear to me. It’s also fun to watch the kids in their prewriting phase as they do the same.
Here’s my contribution for the day.
My Boys
The irises in my yard
were gifted to me,
bulbs planted years ago
without a plan:
a vague arrangement
plopped into earth
with a trowel,
some water,
and hope.
Ever since, they’ve spread
across the garden,
rhizomes rooting,
stretching,
leaves messy and full.
I don’t know whether to be
bothered
by the chaos or
grateful
for the bounty.
Late in spring,
after crocuses and
forsythia and
hyacinth and
lilac and
peony,
I wait…wait…wait…
And when I’m not paying attention,
(it’s always when I’m not looking)
the iris will bloom:
showy, stunning, emerging
with too-big heads
that need support
to stay stable and upright.
I’m lucky.
I’ve got plants
a girl can take care of –
not fussy ones
demanding
weeding and
pruning and
oversight and
piddling with.
No,
give me greenery
that finds its own way,
survives the rough stuff,
returns year after year
through its own strength.
This is so dear – irises growing like children, rough and tumble, everywhere. I love these lines especially,
plopped into earth
with a trowel,
some water,
and hope.
That is a beautiful metaphor for raising children!
This form is new to me. I like how it makes the writer think and the associations that are made. I think that the jotting down of ideas and then getting that sudden insight is something students need to experience.
I haven’t heard of this form before – but I love it! Also your poem is amazing and I LOVE IT!!!!
I love writing alongside students, I don’t do it enough. How have your students responded?