Joye at Joyefulart chose this week's prompt: synesthesia:‘the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.• the poetic description of a sense impression in terms of another sense, as in “a loud perfume” or “an icy voice.”
My initial thought was yay! Perfect for a poem, which is my first love in writing, and the second was, holy crap what a week I have lined up, and then other things threw themselves into it, but still others dropped away.
Isn't it something how the Universe can so easily realign according to need? Well, I still need it to line up a bit lighter. The cold I have been ignoring/battling since mid last week has hit me full force. I am at the end of anything resembling inspiration. Still, I want to take a stab at synesthesia, because it is what informs my sensibility as a writer. Get it? Sense-ibility.
a tortured luncheon screams from my schedule
as my throat chafes.
my sinuses blanket a mask in my face
too close for comfort, it strangles my eyeballs.
The wintery air crisps my fingers
and the grasses grow furry frost.
Eh, not so great, but better than nothing. Not sure I really got that sense of the opposing sense in my descriptions. Okay, time for me to steam out my head in hot shower. But that's my result after being too busy and my health crashing because of it.
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