This month the challenge was to write a poem inspired by four Lucille Clifton notes to Clark Kent. Our theme for the year is "in conversation," so this was a terrific mentor poem for talking to someone. I haven't written much lately because I'm finding it hard to put pen to paper in these strange and challenging times we are living in. Because of this, I decided to take on the #100dayproject and am creating some type of small artwork each day. It's been a good way to quiet my mind and nerves. While most participants work on one project for 100 days, I follow a different creative prompt every week. You can check them out on my Instagram.
I wasn't sure how to approach this poem or who to address my notes to. I toyed with writing to another comic book or mythological character (Thor, Spiderman, Batman, Zeus), but none of those sparked anything of interest. Since I can't seem to get politics off my mind, I thought I would try writing notes to a president. I tried writing to JFK and FDR, but finally settled on our 16th president. Here's my poem.
after four Lucille Clifton notes to Clark Kent
they call you honest
like it is easy to be
like the truth won’t split you
worse than an axe
but i have seen the weight of it
hunched in your shoulders
another note to lincoln
you wrote freedom down
penned it clean
sent it marching into history
but the confederacy would not yield
your paper trembled
before the ink dried
a final note to lincoln
they had it wrong
they say you held our country together
stitched it with your hands
bled for it in words
but i see it breaking
the torn places
the ones that never healed
a note to mary todd
you prayed over his body still
your house in mourning
while a nation watched
today, i see his face on pennies
heads up
waiting for luck
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2025. All rights reserved.
Tricia, I love that you decided to visit history! And yay for bringing Mary Todd Lincoln into the fun, too. I'm excited to read your wild and unusual. poetry forms during April! xo
ReplyDeleteOh, gosh... these give me a certain kind of ache. I was just reading about Trump's orders to start pulling apart the truth in the Smithsonian museums, and am feeling this need to touch history SO KEENLY. Thank you -- that trembling paper will stick with me.
ReplyDeleteLove these, Tricia! You really nailed it.
ReplyDeleteThat last note is a gut wrench. And those "torn places that never healed." Oof. We're paying for that now...
ReplyDeleteThese are achingly beautiful. You make us feel the powerful icon and the vulnerable man. I especially love the first line of the first poem: like it’s easy to be…
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed your craft projects, Tricia, & this, "the ones that never healed" in your words to Lincoln, brings me to mention an early book I'm reading about younger Thurgood Marshall, his work for the NAACP in a heartbreaking case in FLA. Sadly, it still seems connected to the politics there today, as you've shown so well in your poem.
ReplyDeleteI really loved that last stanza. And I love seeing all of your projects on Instagram. I have the day off tomorrow, and I'm really hoping to do some printing on fabric to make some more tea wallets.
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