No Woman Is An Island

The stony coastline of Brighton, England, photographed by Saxon Henry

The stony coastline of Brighton, England.

Today’s Let’s Blog Off topic is “You’ve just been given an island” and the charge for those of us who get into this madcap game of throwing up posts “on topic” every couple of weeks (see my creative compatriots here) is “The only thing to consider is once you move there, you can’t leave. Who and what would you bring? What are the rules?”

If I had an island, I’d turn it into an amazing writer’s retreat and only creatively-driven people would be invited to visit. We’d all write poetry and plays, essays and novels, and be as curmudgeonly as our deepest writerly selves desired. There wouldn’t be very many rules beyond living authentically creative lives.

I’d be writing poems rather than writing articles, though I am having a good day by journalism standards, as I’m writing a piece about the exuberant Chef Gordon Ramsay, who I interviewed in Tuscany this past fall, and I’m interviewing John Lennon’s son, Julian, this morning, wishing tomorrow wasn’t a sadly significant day for that family as it’s the anniversary of John’s death. So, it’s back to work. Oh, and you’re all invited to come and be creative if that deed for an island shows up in my mailbox or my inbox!

  • Paul Anater

    Oh man! Saxon that’s fantastic!

  • Saxon Henry

    Thanks so much, Paul. This is one of my favorites. I’m loving delving back into my poetry after years of pushing it aside to make a living as a writer. I’m so grateful to all of you who support me in it: it’s like buckets of water after years crawling through the desert.

  • Rufus Dogg

    I especially like being “curmudgeonly” so here is my curmudgeon stuff of the day. I can’t write poetry or music.. all my stuff sounds like it’s all been done before and I am jealous of anyone who can…. maybe I’ll make it up in the volume that is prose :-)That said, the poem was incredible. It feels like I’ve been at the diner more times than I care to admit. Does reading it several time, each time more slowly than the last mean anything?

  • Saxon Henry

    I’m grandfathering in all my #LetsBlogOff tweeps so you’re good to go! Reading it several times, each time more slowly than the last means you just gave me a huge compliment (made my day, in fact)! Thanks so much, Rufus: will be stopping in to get the scoop on your post in a bit! Thanks for stopping in!

  • Amy Good (splintergirl)

    Awesome poem! It has been years since poetry flowed from my soul like that. I long to be able to create like that again. Errm…can I come to your island? We’ll grow our own food and write all day long 🙂

  • Saxon Henry

    You betcha you can come. Would love to have a garden again. I miss homegrown tomatoes from Tennessee so badly I can’t stand it sometimes. And I’d want a lush herb garden, and foxglove and sunbeam coreopsis everywhere! And lavender for balmy nights so the scent would waft through our windows and automobile-sized stands of rosemary! I think we’d be fortified enough to write the best words ever written!

  • Rosemary Carstens

    Saxon: Great word choices in your poem. You brought a scene we often move through indifferently to life. And, ah, the island retreat–now there’s a dream worth having. A place where those of us slaving in the comma factory to get out from under the accountant’s wicked whip. Where there’s all the time in the world to let our thoughts chase clouds, for ideas to develop and come to fruition, where the mentoring and concern for each others work is sincere and beneficial. I, too, miss having a garden and in such a beautiful setting, we’d grow ideas as well as scents and fresh, delicious food.

  • Saxon Henry

    Better be careful, Rosemary; with language that lush and beautiful, you’d be wrangled into being the publicist for our gaggle of wordsmiths and end up back in pitching hell!!! I know; isn’t it just the dreamiest idea? I’m pretty good at dreaming; I think I’ll just have to make it happen and save all of us from the grind! Thanks for stopping in…

  • Jamey Burrell

    Wonderful poem. My goal is to create ‘my island’ everyday by taking 5 minutes or 5 hours to reflect on me and my direction in life.

  • Saxon Henry

    I think that’s a fantastic goal. I forget to even think about it; being on the breakneck-speed-grind has it’s price and I’d like to be reminded more of those things that represent dream-time. I think I’m going to try it your way and see if it helps! Thanks for stopping in and for taking the time to comment. I’ll be getting to everyone’s posts in a bit and hoping you’ve written one…

  • Joseph

    That’s a very powerful poem. I like it a lot. There is surely a lot more I could say about it, but sometimes saying less… says more.

  • Saxon Henry

    Thanks, Joseph: I so appreciate your stopping by and taking the time to comment. Glad you liked the poem. It was inspired by a real diner I went to when I lived in the Hudson Valley.

  • Becky / @ecomod

    Very nice. And perfect time of year for it. I could hear the clanking of the spoon on the mug. 🙂

  • Saxon Henry

    I like that you got something sensory out of it and that’s the perfect diner analogy, isn’t it; who’s ever been in a diner when someone at some point hasn’t stirred a cup of coffee! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Am going to be visiting everyone’s posts a bit later…

  • Kelly @ JAX does design

    When I was younger, I didn’t “get” non-rhyming poetry. But now that I’m older and wiser, I totally get it and appreciate it 🙂 Love how you put your own unique spin on the desert island concept 🙂

  • Saxon Henry

    Thanks, Kelly! I’m certainly glad you are older and wise; would hate to have to redo this one in a rhyme-scheme as that would be a tall order. Glad you liked my concept; you’ll have to come and visit when I get my dream colony off the ground!

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