Baptized in early spring sunlight,
nursing an ache for anarchy,
we skipped school – hiding
in Jen’s car until last bell blew.
Feeling brave and daring – the kind
of girls who skipped school – we drove
with no destination in mind other than
outa there, but the lake pulled us
like the moon moving the tides. Breaking
its still surface, in we dove, nimble Naiads
on a mission. All arms and legs and tossing hair,
we reveled in our watery freedom, giving
and receiving the joy of life.
5/30 NaPoWriMo.com Prompt:
“Begin with a photograph. Now find a poem in a language you don’t know. Ignore any accompanying English translation. Now start translating the poem into English, with the idea that the poem is actually “about” your photograph. Use the look and feel of the words in the original to guide you along as you write, while trying to describe your photograph.”
I chose the poem “Weightless and Bodiless” by Croatian poet Marijana Radmilović. I chose the Croatian language because I find it visually interesting and I’d love to visit Dubrovnik. Plus, I have Croatian friends who immigrated here in the sixties, I believe. I’m really happy I followed this prompt because the poem I chose speaks to me in a powerful way and now I plan to look for more of this poets work. You can read Marijana’s poem here.
The photo is via pxhere.com.
Lovely. 🙂 I can speak Croatian and the original is nice as well, but yours is more cheerful, in a way. What I found peculiar is the title of the collection this poem is from. Translated: Disease made everything more beautiful.
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That is an interesting title. Maybe it refers to how sometimes an illness will open your eyes to how precious life is. Thanks,
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Loved this poem on its own, esp: no destination in mind other than
outa there
that is so full of teenageishness.
Then I read the prompt – wow. That’s really interesting. And I love what you got out of it!
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Could really relate to this. Well done.
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Lovely poem–a celebration of that particular moment when we are young and carefree, “nimble Naiads.” The original poem is very different in tone.
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It’s funny how memories can spring up, unannounced. and then our mind is off and running…(K)
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