I have been going to a poetry workshop all this week, and I love the challenges that we’re presented with, even although they are so hard at times hehe This is one of the assignments we have had. Here is one of them.
Write a poem in the voice of a widow whose husband has drowned. Think about how the husband has drowned. The widow hates water but now has to confront water. Think about how long it has been since the husband’s death and where is she confronting the water.
Eyes wide, rigid body. She sees
Not lapping seashore playing with
Leaves, but a coffin… “No back door!”
Mind rapidly fleeing scene,
Yet body immobile; marble statue’s
Gleam. Sweat beads make fishing net
Stream down cold back
As hand sinking beneath the waves
Clutches the catch he tried to save.
(Part of a Bajan saying – “The sea has no back door!” – which is stated to warn people, especially children, to be careful while at the beach and while in the ocean)