won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
-won’t you celebrate with me, Lucille Clifton
Writing Prompt One
Beginners and seasoned writers welcome. Below you will find your first writing prompt. Sit with this writing prompt for as long as you need, play with your lines. Consider breath, imagery and language— and by language I mean words, rhetoric and neologism.
Prompts may can be completed in any language.
- Imagine you are at a loss for words. Where were you? What are you doing? Who are you speaking to? What were you talking about? Compose a short poem about this experience illuminating the moment your tongue was caught between your teeth. Hone in on your state of mind and the parts of your body that felt this pause.
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