After nearly 2000 words of non-creative writing I finally managed to get the creativity center of my brain working again. All that writing was not wasted! I now have an Author’s page published. I wrote a post on character development. Now I’ve combined prompts from Red Lettering and Kristy Simpson’s Saturday Six to create a poem. All in all it’s been a productive day. Though, as usual I’m not certain about the quality of the poem, I never am with poetry.
“What does a blind person see?”
I have worked with the Royal National Institute for the Blind in the past. I am very aware of just how difficult their day to day lives are. They rely on hearing, tastes, touch and smell to get by. However, our language is very visual. This makes it very difficult to communicate the fashion in which the blind ‘see’. Still I’ve made an attempt. 🙂
The sharp teeth,
the massive maw,
each and every taloned claw,
the razor wings,
the muscular limbs
smoke, fire and animal whims.
Fierceness of appearance lost
on one who could not see.
Fearless was he who could not foresee
his ignorance would free the dragon.
Pungent scents in the air
more sulphur than a dragons lair
sweet rot of poisoned flesh
smells of blood, dung and floral mesh
Cold triangular scales
close to entrails.
torn, slick feels fresh.
Some deep gouges
by cold, rings.
The blind can not see,
but sensations felt,
and keening heard
gave rise to empathy
Quick fingers worked cold metal
keen tactile sense felt every groove
the blind man kindness could prove fatal
as he worked the abused beast free.