I was intrigued by the “A Martian Sends A Postcard Home” poem that we read in class. Therefore I wanted to try my hand at it. I have a huge love of riddles and the concept of demfamiliarization feeds to that love. I am going to improv stanzas 1-3 describing books.
Original
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
And some are treasured for their markings-
They cause the eyes to melt
Or the body to shriek without pain.
I have never seen one fly, but
Sometimes they perch on the hand.
Improv
They sit atop tables like a family ready for dinner,
But none have the same last name.
They make raindrops form on cheeks
And the face to contort without pain.
I have never heard one speak, but
they tell stories.