Lyrical Prose: Raise Your Writing to the Next Level by Georgina Key
Two Saturdays Nov 6 & Nov 13 from 1-4
Do you enjoy stories that immerse you in place so you can smell the sea air or that describe an object so acutely you can feel it in your hand?
Finding a poetic cadence, adding sensory detail, or distilling profound meaning in just a few select words can raise your writing to another level that sets it apart from mere plot driven storytelling. I will offer you techniques to incorporate lyrical writing into your prose that doesn’t take away from the story itself, doesn’t bog it down with unnecessary detail but instead adds depth and nuance to every aspect, including character, theme, place—the opportunities are endless! We’ll work from generative prompts in class; you may bring samples from current works in progress that you’d like to enhance with lyricism, and we’ll look at some of my favorite lyrical passages as inspiration.
Photo by Georgina Key Every year Clementine and her father visited Angangueo to honor her mother. On the mountain top, monarch butterflies hung from Oyamel tree branches, thousands of them in pleated layers like discarded quincea ñ era dresses. During Dia de los Muertos, families gathered and brought picnics and shared stories, memories of their loved ones. She watched them laugh and weep and dance and eat while her father stood silently by her side. Him in his black suit and her in a white dress with ribbons that her ni ñera , Maria, insisted she wear—the perfect little daughter. Her father's grief was a silent and endless prayer between himself and God, a conversation she was not a part of. So she waited and watched the butterflies and the families, and wondered what it felt like to be loved. ( shiny bits in between, danaus ).
I not only spin yarns with words, but also with poodle hair! A spinning project close to my heart: my friend's poodle hair, which became even more poignant after Gromit passed away (this fur is from his very last haircut). I also spun hair from Rufus' very first haircut. Gromit Rufus Drying after a gentle wash (smells like wet dog!) Winding the spun hair onto my swift Spinning at my wheel Completed Gromit Skein Rufus (work in progress)