Mary Medlicott, Storyteller and Author - Storyworks

Storytelling Starters ~ ‘Who’s there?’

I’m still reading Emily Dickinson’s poems. There are an enormous number – 1775 in all – and they require pondering. Apart from the fact that their punctuation is eccentric, their meaning is often ambiguous and all the richer for that. The poem below is a story poem, which is why I decided to make it the subject of this week’s blog. It has made me think a lot about the differences between the language of poems and the language of told stories.

The language of poetry is condensed, rich in metaphor and image in a way that the storyteller’s language rarely is. Told stories have specially chosen details that alert the mind, turns of phrase that please the ear. They have momentum and also at times a kind of ambiguity that makes you wonder what is going on. But the two modes are different. At the end of the Emily Dickinson poem here, the door of the house is open. It’s early morning. The sun is just rising. But who or what has opened the door? Did robbers really come and leave it open? Or is it the sun that has opened the door, perhaps not literally but to our attention?

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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber’d like the look of –
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low,
Inviting to –
A Portico,
Where two could creep –
One – hand the Tools –
The other peep –
To make sure All’s Asleep –
Old fashioned eyes –
Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night,
With just a Clock –
P1080306But they could gag the Tick –
And Mice won’t bark –
And so the Walls – don’t tell –
None – will –

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir –
An Almanac’s aware –
Was it the Mat – winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon – slides down the stair,
To see who’s there!

There’s plunder – where –
Tankard, or Spoon –
Earring – or Stone –
A Watch – Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama –
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Day – rattles – too
Stealth’s slow –
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore –
Screams Chanticleer
‘Who’s there?’

And Echoes – Trains away,
Sneer – ‘Where?’
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise – left the door ajar!

PS: That’s it. And don’t you just love the idea of the moon sliding down the stairs to see who’s there?

 

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One Response to “Storytelling Starters ~ ‘Who’s there?’”

  1. Meg Says:

    Hello Mary.
    I do like the way you explain the difference between poetry and storytelling.
    (I’ve been wondering about Spoken Word Poetry, after an article I read, and how close it is to telling a story.
    I do hope you’ve seen the movie “A Quiet Passion.” I snuck off one Monday morning to see it and came out feeling I’d been to the moon and back!
    She was portrayed as such a complex character, brave and vulnerable, expressive and shy at the same time!
    So thank you for this poem. Love ‘the sun has gotten as far as the third sycamore’
    And the Moon coming down the stairs, I see as clothed in white samite … like the female Moon in the Fenland story, The Buried Moon.’ I do need to read more of her poems and they have to be to hand, in a book.
    Kind Regards, Meg

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