It was like a thunderous train of air and it would come barreling down toward her and shake the ground under her feet. At that point she knew that she had only one thing to do: run like hell toward her house and grab a piece of paper. She had to get to a pencil and paper fast enough so that when the poem thundered through her she could write it down and get it on the page.
Sometimes she wasn't fast enough, so she would be running toward the house and the poem would go through her and continue down the landscape looking for another poet.
I was amazed when I heard this and I used this as a prompt for me to create this mixed media canvas which I'm rather proud of!
|In the wind swirls I have place words from Ruth Stones poems