What If This Road
Sheenagh Pugh
What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
a new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way; around a blind corner,
across hills you must climb without knowing
what's on the other side;
The rest of the poem, with biographical info on the poet and an analysis is
here. Scroll down the page (enjoy a few more sonnets on the way) for "What if This Road's" conclusion.
I just finished reading
Inkdeath, the last entry in
Cornelia Funke's Inkworld trilogy. This poem opens Chapter 80. Like
Funke's books, the sonnet is a self-aware look at story and its power in our lives.
Inkheart, the movie, came out a few weeks ago. The two minute trailer was enough to let me know I must avoid this film! They changed the storyline of the first book (a twister out of
The Wizard of Oz?! Gimmicky! Ugh!) more than I could bear. The first book was my favorite. Probably because it's the only one that takes place in our world and I was left to imagine the
Inkworld for myself.
Check back later for a post about Maryland Arts Day and my adventures as a lobbyist. Also in
Shovan news, it's
DJRobMan's 12
th birthday today. Friday the 13
th may be his lucky day, but I'll always remember it as the day my child
became an official 'tween.
You'll find all the Poetry Friday links at
Big A Little A. Have a great Valentine's weekend everyone.
What If This Road
Sheenagh Pugh
What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
a new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way; around a blind corner,
across hills you must climb without knowing
what's on the other side;
The rest of the poem, with biographical info on the poet and an analysis is here. Scroll down the page (enjoy a few more sonnets on the way) for "What if This Road's" conclusion.
I just finished reading Inkdeath, the last entry in Cornelia Funke's Inkworld trilogy. This poem opens Chapter 80. Like Funke's books, the sonnet is a self-aware look at story and its power in our lives.
Inkheart, the movie, came out a few weeks ago. The two minute trailer was enough to let me know I must avoid this film! They changed the storyline of the first book (a twister out of The Wizard of Oz?! Gimmicky! Ugh!) more than I could bear. The first book was my favorite. Probably because it's the only one that takes place in our world and I was left to imagine the Inkworld for myself.
Check back later for a post about Maryland Arts Day and my adventures as a lobbyist. Also in Shovan news, it's DJRobMan's 12th birthday today. Friday the 13th may be his lucky day, but I'll always remember it as the day my child became an official 'tween.
You'll find all the Poetry Friday links at Big A Little A. Have a great Valentine's weekend everyone.
2 comments:
I love the idea -- of a tarry skin. What a good road description.
I don't want to see the movie either, I'm a believer in Leaving Well Enough Alone much of the time, although I'll eventually see The City of Ember, because it looks like they really tried hard to stick to the story...!
The tarry skin, that evocative bolt of cloth. It's really wonderful. I liked many of the pieces Funke used to open the chapters.
Totally agree with you about Leaving Well Enough Alone! I haven't seen The Bridge to Terabithia or Because of Winn Dixie either.
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