Wright

Another weekly writing task. This one asked us to reflect on our first experiences (last year) of receiving peer feedback in seminars/workshops, and how we’ve developed as writers since then.

I’ve long held that art – whether that’s writing, a forged bit of ironwork, a song performance, or a painting etc. – is often a snapshot of a point in time, a capturing of what’s going on with the artist at that moment. This poem is a reluctant acceptance that sometimes it’s worth going back and refining something, rather than moving on to the next exciting dopamine hit.

Wright

The patient page, stark and staring,

Awaits scribe, and script, and scribble,

(Of love, and loss, or desperate daring),

Resolved to be scratched and scraped,

Whittled or wrought,

As words are wrenched, wrangled, and wrestled,

From draft to doomed or destined draft.