Today’s prompt is one I got from the poet Betsy Sholl. This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
I couldn’t open the link provided but based on the explanation provided, here’s my poem:
I remember, the day we became friends It was only natural I suppose Being thirteen was tough, High school was rough and we were the new girls on the block I don't know what we spoke of how much we shared But we got close the first time I came home,the day we had tahdig* and koobideh**- I had thought the crisp parts of the rice burnt- until you explained it was how it was meant to be. I imagined you making tehdeeg today with your mother, the sound of your laughter in the kitchen, the sweet smell of rose and saffron I was reading 'The stationary shop in Tehran' And I thought of you, three decades ago. the old me- caged in a glass cabin, behind a desk, Board rooms, projects, reports, audits Men and women dressed in suits Discussions- deadlines,solemn faces Business reviews, system upgrades Credit cards, targets, compliance Alien words - a language I no longer understand. Its only bee four years since I was freed my first time at an art exhibition I went with this girl, Katya - a Russian-American We were artists in the making There was this painting- one big, black circle on a white canvas - it covered the entire wall Who buys this? For a whopping eighty grand We can do better, we laughed They placed a signboard over it, 'Sold' We were not done clicking our photographs. If every memory be spun into poetry tell me, how many more will I weave until the end? Copyright@SmithaVishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved. *tahdig- scorched rice **koobideh - kebab made of lamb