Finding the Metaphor in Maples
Confidence, says Ted Kooser. That's what a metaphor communicates.
But it isn't easy to deal in metaphors. They can get silly rather quickly, when we push the relationship between one thing and another too far (Kooser cites a poem about the ocean, which successfully compares the ocean to cows. The poem works because it doesn't go too far, like trying to say that the waves "Moo.")
This week, over at TheHighCalling, we're trying to revive dead metaphors. I might still do that, but here's a live one I found outside my window one evening...
Little Japanese ladies
walk to the edge
of every path,
dip their lace-green parasols
into the golden waves.
I am not going to say that it was good to be confident about this particular metaphor. Someone else surely could have done it better. What I can say is that the little confidence I had with it came from a very sure impression that the maple flowers looked like little parasols all tipped upside down. And for some reason I felt compelled to tell you that in a poem.
Well, at least you can be thankful I didn't have the ladies sing and serve tea to the sky. :)
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