Guided Imagery Prompt: Paradise Found
Meditate upon Milton’s Sonnet XX and consider how your light is spent; who you must serve. Peek through the doorway of Milton’s cottage, glimpse paradise and write about ‘Paradise Found’.
It’s a puzzle to me
how it is that I broke into so many pieces
how it was that my pieces were scattered and lost
in such a small space.
Some of the pieces that I found were bright and looked brand new
others were bent and twisted, their markings rubbed away
a few seemed to be hiding in the cracks in the floor, wedged and hiding
in dusty wooden drawers
swollen shut with mold, wood rot and decay.
How did they get in there I wondered, not wanting to touch them
not wanting to think about them
I wish they would go away I’m not sure they can be saved.
I did try to gather up as many pieces as I could, I tried to put them together
I tried to make them look like a picture, I wanted them to tell a story
I wanted to put them in a frame and hang them from a wall and I wanted
them to shine like the other puzzles I’ve seen sitting next to me on the bus,
or eating dinner with me at family gatherings, or puzzles I’ve called husband or friends.
But there are so many pieces of me scattered in such a small space
I’d like to arrange them so that they would make sense.
But where do I start?
The most overwhelming, the most terrifying thought of all?
What will it look like
when I am done?