Friday Draft: Basements and Rooted Things

I confess, Dear Reader, I am on a drafting high today that is higher than normal.  I’ve been super busy with work and lots of little things going on around the house.  My to do list never seems to get shorter. And after last week’s disaster at the desk, I really didn’t think today would come to anything.  In fact, as I tried to think about drafting a poem last night (my pre-visualization exercise), I kept telling myself not to expect any results.  (hmmmm…self sabotage anyone?).  Then, this morning, I told C. that I didn’t think it would work but I was going to sit down at the desk anyway.

I had decided last night that I would start with a word bank exercise based on Traci Brimhall’s Rookery because I had loved the book so much this past week.  See my review here.  As I was opening my journal to start gathering words, I flipped past a page where I had taped in little pieces of paper with Midwestern icons scribbled all over:  hawks, grain trucks, lightning, creek/river, silos, land swells, walleye, monarchs & milkweed, and many more.  See, when I was driving up home over Spring Break, I got a notification that Kristin B-A had left this comment on my last blog post: “Safe travels–may you come back refreshed, with ideas for more fairy tale poems.”  It just flicked by in my email as I checked it at the gas station (no I don’t read and drive!)  But that was enough, I started noticing things right and left and grabbed my mini-notebook from my purse (I do jot notes and drive, but I’m very careful and the handwriting is very bad).  THANK YOU, KRISTIN!

So, I’d glimpsed these words, but I went on with my word bank from Rookery wondering if I had any more fairy tale/cautionary tales left in me.  Here’s a shot of the word bank (which includes the book and the finished draft just spewed out of the printer).

Per the rules of the game, I went to Random.org and used the random number generator to create word pairs from the word bank.  The shot below shows the pairs and the resulting beginning of the draft, although those scrunched, short lines lengthened on the computer.  Here’s the thing, as I watched the pairs materialize I was drawn to some of Brimhall’s images, in particular, a revolver that kept turning up, and then there was what turned into the key word “basement.”  It appeared in the third to last pair and set me off.

I had the image of the humid but cool basement of my youth, a place we spent a lot of time in the summer because my folks didn’t get A/C until after I left for college.  While northeast Iowa isn’t the steaming south, those summer days can get pretty uncomfortable.  So, I decided to start with an image of that basement and I thought I’d have the speaker find the revolver there, but that is not what the poem wanted to do.  Nope!

It starts,

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