I have been experimenting with Cinquain in July. Here, I wrote two versions of the same memory, in a modified American Cinquain and a British Cinquain. I hadn't thought of this memory in years and then I was doing some exercises with Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way.
Like many people, perhaps you, The Artist's Way is an old friend which I have read and re-read and done the exercises, yet I am friends with a new group of people who are working through it so I leaped in today. Perhaps it was in the leaping that this tree-frog memory was ignited?
No matter what the source - another tale from my life of Love and Loss...
The Summer of the Tree Frogs
I remember
Tree frog catching
Holding watching loving
(My intent didn't match with theirs)
I cried
In my memory and in my heart
Live to different versions of what went down
Salty tears meet my throat, not face, I drown
I can now see both the end and the start
I still feel my eight-year-old self come apart
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