Alternatively, try imitating any one of the poems or prose texts that you have read for this week. See whether their creativity has kindled something new in your own imagination.
I will be trying to ‘imitate’ Roethke’s poem “Root Cellar”. However, I want to keep the theme of the original poem. The prominent theme of this poem that stood out to me was the poet’s celebration of the determination of life forms (despite its “insignificance”) to survive in rough environments.
Root Cellar by Theodore Roethke
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped,
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks!
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
Life
Nothing could escape from the grasps of life, dark as dread,
Man runs out clutching onto his will chasing for purpose in the dark,
Breathless and exhausted,
Sprinting iron-willed from nowhere
Sweat down warm forehead, like rainfall
And what a smell he exhausted
Nothing would give up life:
Even the fish out of water clings on to life.
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