This
week I’ve been enthralled with Nikki Grime’s One Last Word.
The book reintroduces poems from the Harlem Renaissance. Nikki, in
turn creates new ‘golden shovel’ poems developed from one line in
each of the poems featured.
Here
is one example from the book:
Calling
All Dreams
by
Georgia Douglas Johnson
The
right to make my dreams come true
I
ask, nay, I demand of life,
Nor
shall fate’s deadly contraband
Impede
my steps, nor countermand.
Too
long my heart against the ground
Has
beat the dusty years around,
And
now, at length, I rise, I wake!
And
stride into the morning-brake!
Nikki
Grimes took the first line from this poem, The right to make my
dreams come true, and created a new golden shovel poem from it.
The
Sculptor
by
Nikki Grimes
No
accident of birth or race or place determines the
scope
of hope or dreams I have a right
to.
I inventory my head and heart to
weigh
and measure what talents I might use to make
my
own tomorrow. It all depends on the grit at my
disposal.
My father says hard work is the clay dreams
are
molded from. Yes. Molded. Dreams do not come.
They
are carved, muscled into something solid, something true.
This
is a new poetry form for me, and I find it very challenging, but when
it’s done so well, as in One Last Word, it can be beautiful.
If you would like to attempt your own, you
can read more about golden shovel poetry here.
Happy Poem-Making!