The word: Fanciful
I met Evelyn at a lunch of writers. She moved to Boise last summer, writes gardening books, and also is a musician about town. We had a terrific time at this lunch: it was a spring-feeling day and we were all talking about our writing projects, and I found myself feeling curious about the word an avid gardener might give.
The Stranger: Evelyn
Her Word: Fanciful
The poem I wrote:
In so many stories of Cinderella the girl is part-beast:
she communes with fish and wears coats made of the skin
of cats—she hides in dovecotes and scurries up trees
like a squirrel. She is a good animal. Is this why
we read these stories, even with their horror and familiarity:
to see the body and bone and growl in ourselves?
Would it be the same if the girl were made of grass—
if we gardened her and she flourished like a lily, all green
and wet and fanciful, sometimes growing?
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