Nudge: Pick out a music video you’ve always liked or that has always intrigued you and watch it again, absorbing the imagery without concentrating too much on the song’s lyrics. Write down your impressions, letting your creativity expand how you view and interpret the visual images. (I’ve always been fascinated and a little haunted by the imagery in U2’s “With or Without You.” The above poem is where the exercise led me. What will your video inspire?)
Passing the Crisis
She fell asleep to music box rain on the high panes. His face leaning into hers was grim but nonthreatening. He wore black, his hair was severe, but he did not mourn for her. Lightning now, or rogue currents that shot through veins in her hands, her brain. The storm beat hard, she clutched the sheets to her breast. The gale tried to whip them free, resistant shrouds, flesh that clung to the body it loved. In flashes she saw a figure rise from ebony waves like spilling satin edged with frayed lace. He stumbled onto the sand, drowned fisherman the storm had roused from the depths. A lighthouse beacon edged him in brilliance, then swept across the walls of her room where faces watched, indifferent or sullen. They were tired of waiting. The man with tight hair returned, he threw back his head with a wolf’s howl, then swung something around his head–an instrument, a censer without smoke. He was blessing her, he was driving away whatever might harm her. A light quilt of calm settled over her bed, and through receding crashes and shrieking, she heard an insistent pulse that reassured and lulled as the dark curtains shut tight to block out everything but the fragrance of lilacs and morning, freshly scrubbed.