For the first year ever (I think), I’ve managed to post responses to each of the prompts. You can read them at my writing blog, Words Into Books.
There’s an amazing variety in the posts that answer the prompts, and I’ve enjoyed reading bloggers that are new to me. It’s not too late to jump into the challenge, and it’s a delight to think specifically of words and all that they mean. Enjoy!
The poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins inspire me as no others do. His playful way with words and incredibly vivid images are distinctive and memorable. It’s important for writers–even business and non-fiction writers– to study the use of language, and to read things that can improve their prose. Hopkins’ poems can do just that. Enjoy!
by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1918)
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe
We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood
Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood,
Southern dene or Lancashire clough or Devon cleave,
That leans along the loins of hills, where a candycoloured, where a gluegold-brown
Marbled river, boisterously beautiful, between
Roots and rocks is danced and dandled, all in froth and waterblowballs, down.
We are there, when we hear a shout
That the hanging honeysuck, the dogeared hazels in the cover
Makes dither, makes hover
And the riot of a rout
Of, it must be, boys from the town
Bathing: it is summer’s sovereign good.
By there comes a listless stranger: beckoned by the noise
He drops towards the river: unseen
Sees the bevy of them, how the boys
With dare and with downdolphinry and bellbright bodies huddling out,
Are earthworld, airworld, waterworld thorough hurled, all by turn and turn about.