During a volunteer shift at Bristol's Caring at Christmas Homeless Shelter, I was given the opportunity to take part in a creative writing workshop, facilitated by a lady named Khrysia. Participants, myself included, selected an image and a leading sentence. We then wrote freely for 20minutes, with reference to the image and sentence chosen.
Below is my piece. I chose a photograph of some red flowers in white vases and the sentence "when I was a child I was convinced I would be..."
As a child I was convinced I would be
A graduate
A success,
Totally free
A driver
No children
A one-bed flat
An artist, a scientist
Rid of my fat.
A countryside dweller,
A city girl
Detached from ignorance,
The colour red was very
Significant.
Hounds in gardens
Hounds in fields,
Wax jackets
Rifles
Not hair and nails.
Animals not people.
I do not know the name of these plants
But they were always there.
When I was a child
I was convinced I would be
Here right now, where I want to be.
It’s hard to write extensively
before it becomes fake and constructed.
My obsession with beauty and grammar stops
words flowing freely.
My hands are cramping.
It’s cold and raw.
When I was a child I was convinced I would be
here right now where I always wanted to be
I was surprised at how easily those words came, how comfortable I felt, how real I was able to be when sat with three others, including two men visiting the shelter, who's struggles in life I can't begin to comprehend.
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