Barcelona…

September 13th, 2007 § 1

The fifth assignment from 30 Poems in 30 Days . Persona poems…

“Write a persona poem that incorporates one of the past two concepts. It should either address a social issue or it should provide a strong sense of place. One great way to do the latter is to write a poem in a public place, and to observe the people around you until you find someone interesting that you can imagine a back-story for.”

Barcelona

Eulalia held my hands,
held my head
to her breast,
said,
Don’t go out there.

I looked for Alfredo
amongst the debris
of our hope,
each
body was his.

There was little milk,
the mothers went hungry
for two years
while
Franco came.

I was a restless girl,
then a revolutionary,
I grew old
when
Spain arrived.

Again, I had to sit on this one. If you are reading the comments over at The Writer’s Resource, who is hosting this project, you’ll see that I am not the only one and for all the same reasons.

For some reason Eminem’s Slim Shady kept invading my head while I tried to think of a persona to take on. I really didn’t want to write anything like that.

In the end, I fell back on a short story I wrote years ago at university; a fictional account of the Spanish Civil War which is a subject I care about deeply.

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