June is rich with writing prompts, what with Father’s Day, the Summer Solstice, commencements and other celebrations. Although women inside Chittenden Regional Correctional Facility have limited opportunities to be outdoors during this or any season, they carry strong memories and associations within. Last week we wrote pieces about how summer’s proliferation of nature resonates with us. As is our custom in the week following a circle, I create a ‘found poem’ from lines shared at the previous meeting. This creates a kind of communal poem, woven from the words of each woman. Put together in this way, phrases change and merge their meanings in new and unexpected ways as women hear their words anew.
Rain moving in
spreads through the sky.
Watch it, watch it closely;
the world awakening
in this small piece of her earth
is alive! breathe it all in!
Stripped of all my identities
her story becomes my story –
she has arisen so quickly
she travels far, she climbs high
then she walks down, down, down
to what matters most
her only wish to live and be free.
Who can see day turn to night?
vines have climbed, the birds calling
a new perspective.
How complex I am!|
my heart wants
the bared truth
born with a will to live,
to dribble sand castles of longing
into the voice that was always my own