This week's prompt asked us to write poetry inspired by something in a newspaper or magazine - a headline, an article, an advertisement or whatever we chose.
At a workshop a few years back we were also asked to look through magazines for inspiration, so today I am posting the poem I wrote then. The triggers for this included an article on Japanese gardens and an advertisement for health supplements which included photographs of vegetables.
At the time I wrote it my daughter had just finished two years of English teaching in Korea and was visiting Mongolia before returning to New Zealand.
These grey days, I hunger for colour. I scavenge
in produce aisles, take home bags overflowing
with orange-skinned mandarins, broccoli, dark
as pines, purple grapes, tri-coloured capsicums.
I sip herbal tea and read your messages.
Mongolia's as hot as Korea, you say, but drier.
Everywhere is dusty. The vegetable soup is greasy
with mutton fat, and not much fibre in it.
You will pass through Osaka on your way home,
visit temples with gardens of pebbles
and carefully raked sand. By the time you return
the maples in our garden will be swelling with new buds.
The Japanese have a special name for it.
Shinryoku - the tender new green of spring.
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