napowrimo #26 (the poem)
The history of this doodle (oil pastel on paper, 18X24) is here (it’s a poetry prompt). I have no idea why I drew a bluebird (I am usually more crow). I have no idea why the sun looks like a bird (or a seahorse?). The mountains are mountains and the land is the land. The river does what rivers do. The lines across the water look some like sutures. There is no sky in the drawing (I just noticed that as I’m typing here). A sun. But no sky. OK. Who knows what will become of today’s draft for NaPoWriMo! Here goes …
REMOVED BY THE AUTHOR FOR REVISION.
*To be continued. Turns out this is a 2-part poem. I don’t have it in my to write part 2 today. Especially since part 1 needs to be fleshed out more. As a reader, I need to know more about poor Bluebird’s troubles. As the poet, I need to figure out if Sun will come or not (though the current title suggests he will).
The doodle is the first piece of visual “art” I’ve attempted on my own in nearly a year. I did art with a friend a few times this winter, but I’ve mostly been avoiding it. This isn’t an artistic accomplishment of any sort, but I did get a little thrill out of visiting that part of my brain. Maybe I’ll visit it again sometime.
Tally: 29.0 = 9.5 RWP + 15.5 PAD + 4.0 Book of Kells. (Target is now 33.)