Last week I attended my local writers group. The session was titled poetry by candlelight. The idea was to pick a title from a pot and write a poem within candlelight.
I first off all thought, nope I don’t write poetry. The last poem I wrote was at school. I have no idea how to start writing a poem. Then I thought this year is the year of writing so I gave it a go.
It seemed the rest of the group had written poetry before as they all eagerly got writing. We had 30 minutes to write.
I picked out graduation day as my title and I got writing.
I enjoyed the process. I first of all wrote random words and thought about my own graduation day, and slowly but surely I pieced something together. By the end of the 30 minutes I had put something together, and it was something I could actually read out loud to the group.
Here it is:
My cap and gown is secured and family wave in anticipation, I await my name for my graduation.
Yesterday has gone, the future is now. The wait is over, I walk forward somehow.
Friends around me all smiling with glee as today is the day we all become free.
I hear my name called and I step forward on stage. Applause arrupts around me for what seems like an age.
I take the scroll and shake the hand sadly, yet I spot my mother looking at me proudly.
I walk back to my seat and sit down finally. I take a moment in and sigh quietly.
This is it, the time has come to leave. What shall I do next, what shall I achieve?
I was proud I managed to put something together. The feedback I received from the group was really assuring. I felt so proud.
Let me know what you think.