Got to get more into prose poetry for my college work... here's a funny little piece - ah, those were the days! :)) K xx
GRANNY’S PARTY
Granny died aged 102. On every occasion we visited her when I was six, she had grown smaller, thinner, frailer and greyer. It was as if life was reeling her in, backwards through time. Like a little hole, I wanted to rub my finger against her to see what would happen, thinking she might wear away. In a room full of grown-ups she was a kindred spirit, deaf to their adult conversation, smiling at me with bleached, regular dentures that slid around on shrunken gums, like an ice rink. Walking painfully on feet that grew too large, taking deliberate steps like an ostrich, she lead me into her stuffy bedroom where she struggled to open a drawer to show me clothes that she kept for her “farewell party”: a high-necked cotton nightdress with matching lacy bonnet that had ear flaps and ties like the knitted one on my dolly in a pram. At that time, my life was all birthdays and parties. But when Granny showed me her outfit, I looked at her and winced, wondering if hers was a party only children go to and, if so, would I have mine first?
Such a sweet write about your granny! Felt nice and warm as I was reading it. " ... Like a little hole, I wanted to rub my finger against her to see what would happen, thinking she might wear away ..." - it seems you have always had an imaginative mind. Lol. Aged 102 - what a blessing!
very creative, brilliant, witty ... a sparkling write!
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2005
The part about the hole/wearing away is really brilliant, one of the best lines I have read in awhile. The ending is good, too, although I disagree with Andy on the writing for children with this poem because I think this would effect adults more because kids would not see the underlying sadness as much as it would grip the hearts of adults who have lost their grandparents. This is great writing, what you should do, is write a novel. You make us want to know more about these characters, which to me is already the start of a novel. I always used to say when I first started writing poetry that I would NEVER be able to write a novel- 2 completed novels, one completed novella, numerous short stories and 2 young reader novels started, later and I love that more than poetry. It gives you space to really know the depths of your charcaters, where poetry, like short stories, only gives you a glimpse of the characters inner workings. This makes you really live with the characters when you have to know how they would react to a long stoplight or the death of their grandmother. Thanks for this inspiring peice.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2005
LOL. Captured just how a kid thinks, and how you thought as one.
One can hear this write as if the author is saying it out load.
Perfectly formed word pictures. One can imagine the author writing this with a smile.
You would make an excellent childrens author.
Chanti. Her verbal skills are just as good. Even if she sounds like a toff. And yup very gergarious and bubbly, kinda like a tonic. You got kate spot on..
GRANNY'S PARTY sits like a painted ivory broach upon the breast of the reader, filling one's heart with the sweet warmth of memory, the melodic tug of poignancy, and the gentle light of grace. The convergence of childhood innocence and adult perspective create a small bright wonder that shines from inside these lines.
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2005
As usually happens when I read you, Kutie Kate, I was absolutely absorbed, totally mesmerized.
Wit, charm, slight cheek (just enough!) and off you go. I spent, perhaps, 4.5 seconds wondering how prose would be an exercise in poetry... well, blow me down! Call this whatever you wish, for the creative pen and original mind of Kate the Great is the answer to that one.
I've decided that I should not always assume that what you do is plain, old thinking... nope... you meander, your share, you gently teach and beautifully observe. If one looks closely at your photo, one can see the cheekiness... and to read you, one can hear and feel the message.
Sometimes, dear heart, I come to the end of your pieces and hear my head saying 'it's over?' 'no more?' But I've solved that problem: I keep them for later and for now, I just reread them. (smile) I loved this! klucking katy xox
Is there no end to your talent? You were born to write Kate. I often wonder if you communicate verbally as well as you write. I have imagined that you are a bubbly and vivacious person. You must draw people to you.
This beautiful write is such a loving tribute to your Granny.
Love Chanti
Such a sweet write about your precious Granny, who showed you love and special attention, as you are now returning that gift unto her. I'm sorry for your loss. May you live as long as she (smile) Love, Leah
Wonderful ambiance achieved in this excellent prose Kate, and I can just see you wondering if you'd have, what you thought was a party first, and hoping not to have to wear an outfit like that too;-)!
I know about the shrinking feeling. I have gone from 5' 8" to 5' 6" in the past year. Who knows how tall I'll be at 102. LOL Great write about your wonderful Granny.
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2005
Great Vision of real long healthy life.
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
Katie- this is Sooooooo Sweeeeeeeeet... I absoulutly adored this~! Awesome Blessing 102 yrs. old... So, you will live a ripe old age too- GREAT 4 YOu- My loving and giving *(Spiritually) Grandmother died at 82yr. and I miss her alot- WE were close- I remember how she took me in her stuffy room too - when, I read your Sweet Poem-What a Story - do tell more........WArm HuGs2U-Peacefully,Sheee (Dentures that slid arund on shrunken gums, like an ice rink- How clever!
What memories you've penned...and what a pip she must have been! 102...what a blessing!! Thank you--I enjoyed this piece very much--full of sass, humor and wonderful imagery that brings the scenario to life. :)
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God bless, Kate!
Sandie.
One can hear this write as if the author is saying it out load.
Perfectly formed word pictures. One can imagine the author writing this with a smile.
You would make an excellent childrens author.
Chanti. Her verbal skills are just as good. Even if she sounds like a toff. And yup very gergarious and bubbly, kinda like a tonic. You got kate spot on..
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Wit, charm, slight cheek (just enough!) and off you go. I spent, perhaps, 4.5 seconds wondering how prose would be an exercise in poetry... well, blow me down! Call this whatever you wish, for the creative pen and original mind of Kate the Great is the answer to that one.
I've decided that I should not always assume that what you do is plain, old thinking... nope... you meander, your share, you gently teach and beautifully observe. If one looks closely at your photo, one can see the cheekiness... and to read you, one can hear and feel the message.
Sometimes, dear heart, I come to the end of your pieces and hear my head saying 'it's over?' 'no more?' But I've solved that problem: I keep them for later and for now, I just reread them. (smile) I loved this! klucking katy xox
Regis
This beautiful write is such a loving tribute to your Granny.
Love Chanti
Eileen
Felix
Great Vision of real long healthy life.
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
What memories you've penned...and what a pip she must have been! 102...what a blessing!! Thank you--I enjoyed this piece very much--full of sass, humor and wonderful imagery that brings the scenario to life. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)