Ode to the Dash
by Jacki Kellum
Oh, Dash of life—
That extra bit
Of spice within my word,
I could speak without
—And wonder if they HEARD!
Copyright Jacki Kellum October 21, 2015
Today’s blog prompt was no doubt meant for me. I dash the dash to death.
When I create playful compound words, I use the dash, i.e. the following excerpt from my picture book manuscript Which Witch?:
“Are you the one with jagged teeth,
Or do you jack-o-smile?
I just can’t seem to picture you.
It’s been a Hallo-while.’
I use the dash to signal to the reader to pause, i.e. the following from my picture book manuscript Lots of Socks:
“She bought and bought
And bought neat socks.
There were no more to choose.
But still she wants to shop some more.
She’ll buy shoes.”
I am an extremely dramatic person and a story teller. When I write, I want my words to sound like me–like I am actually talking. See? That is how I use the dashes. Last night, I posted an article about my ancestors, who have descended from the first Secretary of Virginia, in 1621. This morning, I went through that article and saw that I had used dashes in numerous places.
I like to juxtapose phrases to create economical snippets of thoughts–almost like creating collages or montages with words. Sometimes I use the dash to add a statement for emphasis:
“My immediate family’s story is about those people who moved just a bit west—to the middle of the country. Most of those people were Protestants, who were seeking religious freedom, too; and many of the men did become preachers—fire and brimstone Baptist preachers.”
Quite often, I question whether I am using the dash correctly and/or whether I am using it far too much. I am probably not using the dash correctly, and I no doubt use the dash too much. I cannot seem to help myself–Now, Dash away, Dash away, Dash away all.”
Everything on this page is copyrighted by Jacki Kellum October 21, 2015
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “By the Dots.”