Today on the island we did a version of the Patti Smith Workshop https://stirredpoetry.wordpress.com/2015/06/25/patti-smith-poetry-workshop/ we free wrote from a line from Patti Smith’s poem from The Coral Sea about Robert Mapplethorpe Reflecting Robert http://www.brainpickings.org/2013/05/31/patti-smith-the-coral-sea-reading/
The line we wrote from for five minutes was ”hoping to grasp a handful of cloud” and the five extra words to add in were: fox, chain, carve, teeth, rip.
The mist today looked solid enough to carve from out the sash window there was the unreal notion of mist causing a disappearing act, a coast, whole mountains the sheep in the hills with their vicious voices, all the seals we weren’t sure were rocks yesterday. The cloud had come down from the sky and conjured whiteness. There was no fear in this moment of fox cunning by the weather. I knew the mountains and the cormorants would still be there the mountain and its glacier memories the cormorants heart and wide wings. There is a chain reaction of thoughts when the mist glamours away such weighty geography you grit your teeth to remind yourself what sensation is and find yourself wondering what else is hidden from view.