I've been reading The Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises From Poets Who Teach for some time now, jotting ideas in the small journal I keep in my purse and trying them when I can steal a minute or two in the day. Last night I wrote a few words while waiting in line at the grocery store. This week I want to try an exercise from this book entitled Your Mother's Kitchen. Here's what Rita Dove writes:
Write a poem about your mother's kitchen. (It helps if you actually draw the kitchen first, with crayons!) Put the oven in it, and also something green, and something dead. You are not in this poem, but some female relation—aunt, sister, close friend—must walk into the kitchen during the course of the poem.While I haven't drawn a picture of the room, I have pulled out several photos of my mother and grandmother in it. I'm going to let them inspire me. Will you join me in writing about your mother's kitchen? Leave me a comment about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.