Friday, June 8, 2012

How do I write a creative piece based on "The Listeners" by De la Mare in the form of a letter, diary entry on atmosphere or motivations?

Since the poem is so driven by a mood or a feeling and not
so much by a specific purpose or storyline, writing this is going to be both very
creatively based and subjective.  This is going to mean that you are going to have to
summon some imaginative storylines that could simulate why the traveller is there, what
was promised in the past, and what conditions brings the traveller to the
castle.


Another approach would be to take the poem at its
title and compose a piece based on the phantoms that await the traveller.  It would be
really interesting to hear what promise compelled the traveller to return and why the
calls go unanswered.  In a world of constant change and mutability, being able to
deliver this from the point of view of the phantoms or spirits where the traveller
arrives could be interesting.


I think that the construction
of this might involve some type of promise made when the traveller was young, and the
fulfilment of this promise was his return.  Perhaps, there was some type of estrangement
between the traveller as a child and the castle in which his family lived. A death in
the family, a promise that was exacted out of an elder family member towards whom the
traveller held some fledgling notion of loyalty could be where his need to return was
evident.  I think the idea of something incomplete, some aspect of psychological
totality missing in the traveller's makeup is critically important to establish in your
narrative.  The story is one way to develop this, but I like the idea of the diary entry
and a series of diary entries from either or both of the traveller and the home to which
he returns could be really interesting.  The poem gives you so much from which to work
that I think that this can be really something great to develop.

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