NaPoWriMo Day 3–Fan Letter

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Fan Letter to Madeleine

 

When sing the spheres

and planets dance,

I firstly think of you;

then Bach and Einstein

come to mind,

and that is your ‘fault,’ too;

and then the Maker of the stars

reveals the hand that flung them far

and in your words, though time/space-bound,

those stars, that light, embed, abound,

and my heart swells to find them there

in story dressed, arranged with care

for kiddish hearts like mine.

And then my hands begin to move,

my feet begin to step and twine,

my alto warms, I find a groove,

I join the song, the dance, the breath,

converse with you right through poor Death.

 

(c) Roslynn Pryor

 

This post is for NaPoWriMo.  The A to Z blog challenge takes Sundays off.  Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that takes the form of a fan letter.

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25 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 3–Fan Letter

    • Thank you so much! I started my first blog the day after she died. She’s so important to me, like on a DNA level, practically. Thanks for being my first listener on this poem.

      • “Please tell your DNA,” she said,
        “this is hour for play.”
        DNA replied, “Oh yes, it is,
        and thus we shall dance now till break of day;
        we shall frolic and sing until dark dawn of day.
        Won’t you trip-twist-leap-sway-strut-skip-spin-whirl in our fray?
        Won’t you gambol and revel as we dance dark away,
        as we revel and rollick, cavort-woo the day?”

    • The words, the poem, the muse, the whatever, are all awfully kind and generous with me when I sit and listen, pen in hand. I had to sit with it for a while before the faucet opened up a bit. Thank you for your kind words.

  1. The awakening of wonder is lovely. And then you take it up a notch. Wonder twines with joy and becomes a dance and a song.

    Are you like Lucy, dancing with Aslan?

    • You’ve hit it precisely. Frolicking on the green hillside, dancing amidst the stars. Always overlapping between L’Engle and Lewis (and others). Thank you for reading and getting the soul of it.

      • The artist should never have to “explain” in order for the audience to get the meaning. The fact that I did reflects on the quality of your workmanship, my dear.

    • Patience plus pressure–it was finally complete (insofar as any poem is ever complete) at about quarter till midnight. LOL. Darn those deadlines. Thank you for your generous words.

  2. Wow, I really enjoyed the use of words in this poem and the imagery! But I was confused about who Madeleine was, and then when I figured it out I fell in love with it. What a great tribute, so eloquently put.
    I was especially intrigued by the last two lines. They brought the thought to mind that by writing, we immortalize a part of ourselves, that can hopefully be an inspiration and blessing to others that we may not even know.

    • JB, you’re right–I never came straight out and said it was L’Engle, except in the tags. But I figured those who knew her writing would figure out who I was writing to. 🙂 And you’re so right about the function of writing as a preservation of memory and an ongoing conversation! It’s the legacy of writing, the leaving a piece behind. Thanks for reading and commenting!

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