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Poetry Prompt: Back to School, in the Second Person

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Why Go Back to School in the Second Person?

“Back to school” can be a surprisingly hard topic to write about with depth and style. But it needn’t be, if the poet employs the second person.

The glory of writing about yourself in second person is that it allows you to both detach and enter more deeply. You are set aside, even as you become more keenly alive in description. As Charlotte Donlon has noted, using the second person can create an effect in the reader of being caught off guard. Might that also apply to the poet themselves? We think it might.

Recently, we read this essay about going home to a place where the writer could not actually go home (because the home had been sold years prior). The essay has a beautiful, dreamlike quality. A touch of sorrow. But also a sense of being suspended. That’s what second person can do for you.

How to Write in Second Person

You can write about either yourself or another using second person. Just use the pronoun “You” instead of “I” or “They” or “She” or “He.” Be sure to use the matching possessive pronouns.

For example, here is how you’d change first person to second:

First Person

I stepped onto the school bus,
looking back to where my mother
was looking at her hands…

Second Person

You stepped onto the school bus,
looking back to where your mother
was looking at her hands…

Try It: Back to School Prompt

Write a poem about going back to school. Use the second person, and see where it takes you. We can’t wait to read!

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  1. Rebecca D. Martin says

    September 4, 2023 at 11:55 am

    The American Lit Teacher Tries Her Hand in a Creative Writing Class

    It’s different this time.
    You set Whitman, Dickinson,
    Dunbar aside and, lonely
    for literature, you bend
    your mind toward younger
    writers: these nine in the
    desks right now. Try
    a sonnet, you say. Blackout
    or “Where I’m From.” Switch
    the houses for objects, towns
    for feelings, place for color.
    Watch your history
    refract before you. Now
    try second person.

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 4, 2023 at 12:00 pm

      Oooo, I like this.

      There’s something especially wonderful about that ending, that I can’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it’s some kind of permeability between the teacher and the students. In a very subtle and satisfying way 🙂

      Reply
    • Bethany R. says

      September 4, 2023 at 1:45 pm

      “Watch your history
      refract before you.”

      Love it, Rebecca.

      Reply
      • Bethany R. says

        September 4, 2023 at 2:00 pm

        Also, I love your essay, Rebecca. 🙂

        Great prompt here, Tweetspeak. Thank you for once again opening up an avenue for the writing community to explore. Back to School…

        Reply
  2. Megan Wheeler says

    September 5, 2023 at 10:55 am

    Renaming

    If my name were Scarlet I would
    go by Apple. If my name were Apple
    I would go by Fall. If my name were Fall
    I would drive the back roads
    where buses collect children
    dressed for the photos of a new school year.

    I would fall into a forest of Aspen
    and Birch trees, disappear
    into a network of belonging,
    reappear in water highlighting
    the color of stones in a river.

    If I had the name of a river stone
    I would be unbreakably lovely.
    I would stand in front of glass doors
    on my birthday, survive the sound a car makes
    when a woman forgets about breaks
    and applies the gas.

    I would change my name to Sapphire
    and go by blue. If I were Blue I’d be lucky
    to be alive. If I were lucky I’d win a lottery
    of renaming, first myself and then others.
    I would rename all that is bad in this world,
    starting with school shootings,
    rename the shooters, so they would learn
    to break, to cry, to endure, to learn.

    I would rename war in simple algorithms
    of tolerance and shared resource.
    I would rename cruelty to animals
    by eliminating cruelty.
    I would rename the entire political structure
    of this country so that we’re all
    on one side of an ocean
    listening.

    I would rename the glaciers
    and ice caps in place.
    I would rename the earth’s
    gravitational pull and I would pull
    all that is good in this universe of named
    of unnamed, of renamed.

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 5, 2023 at 11:05 am

      Megan, this is lovely. So many great lines. And the whole movement of the poem.

      (It would be interesting to see how the sense of it would change if it was written in the second person 🙂 )

      This, especially? Oh, yes yes yes…

      “so that we’re all
      on one side of an ocean
      listening”

      Reply
  3. Bethany R. says

    September 5, 2023 at 11:06 am

    Megan, thanks for sharing your poem with the community here!

    I like your image of our country being “all
    on one side of an ocean
    listening.” (Listening is top-tier!)

    Interesting too how you flow from one name and image to the next. That interconnectedness and wish to be a force for good.

    Reply
  4. Megan Wheeler says

    September 5, 2023 at 12:00 pm

    Thank you for the kind comments. I’m sorry that I failed the assignment of writing in the third person. I wrote this poem last week from a prompt given by the editors of Two Sylvia’s Press, via the online poetry retreat, and I’m working to have the courage to share. I thought the subject fit but I didn’t consider the writing in the second person directive

    Thank you again for your kindness,

    Reply
    • Bethany R. says

      September 5, 2023 at 12:21 pm

      We are honored you shared your poem here, Megan! Please always feel free to join us. So cool that you are working on sharing your words. That can be such a difficult thing to do; we’re rooting for you! 😀

      I’m actually working on a little poem myself at the moment. Hopefully, something will materialize soon?

      Raising a coffee mug to you and the other writers in our community!

      Reply
      • Megan Wheeler says

        September 5, 2023 at 2:11 pm

        Thank you Bethany R, very much.

        I look forward to reading your poem.

        Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 5, 2023 at 2:42 pm

      Aw. 🙂 No worries. I think it really *would* be interesting to hear it in second person, but I loved the poem just as it was—and I echo Bethany’s comment about how the form you used (word repetition as form of connection and flow) contributes deeply to the poem’s theme. Quite nice.

      Reply
  5. Megan Wheeler says

    September 5, 2023 at 2:59 pm

    Thank you L.L. Barkat, I will take your suggestion and work it into second person. Thank you for your positive feedback.

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 5, 2023 at 3:03 pm

      oh! just for interest sake and fun comparison. the poem works awesomely as it is. 🙂

      Reply
  6. Bethany says

    September 5, 2023 at 7:15 pm

    Well, I’m doing a mashup response of last week’s cave prompt with this one. It turned into more of a short prose piece? Thank you for the wonderful prompts and communinty, Tweetspeak!

    ***

    Your mom brakes at the curb with a screech, cueing you to flip down the visor for one last look and a sigh.

    You step onto concrete, the black and white star patch on your shoe still immaculate.

    She pulls away, her “I love you” lost in exhaust.

    A taller girl glances at your red curls, then your shoes, then away.

    Your thoughts swirl, swell.

    Ahead, a massive clump of students thrumming outside the gym entrance. Their voices turning into a downpour of noise that grows as you step closer.

    Your mom can’t see your curls’ color in her rear-view mirror anymore.

    You walk inside the door, and look up at a mess of red rafters 40 feet in the air. You opt for another path, and duck inside a quiet cave entrance—

    The ceiling and walls come closer. Just enough space for you to pass through easily. You feel your body heat returning to you.

    Box-breathing in that mineral air and hearing your own exhales. Your star patch is out of view, but you like that. You’ve found a place without mirrors or glances — exchanged them for crystal glints and the distant sound of trickling stream.

    But then, a clatter. Like someone dropping a metal lunch tray.

    You throw a look behind and only catch sight of dripping flowstone.

    You wait.

    Memories trickle in of life up-top last school year.

    You quicken your pace. Toes snag on jutting rock. You catch yourself. Hands feel for the sandpaper walls of limestone. You’re now craving a way
    out.

    Up ahead,
    one rod of light pours down from the ceiling onto the rock floor.

    A hand stretches down through it. And a warm familiar voice says your first name with a question mark.

    You reach for her and start to climb, your high top’s star now grayed, but rising from one stone up to the next,
    and out.

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 6, 2023 at 8:50 am

      I LOVE this mashup approach, Bethany! And it is feeling like a prose poem. Really nice.

      Reading this, it occurs to me that another great benefit of second person is how it can allow us to go “into the cave” of something—as if we are someone else, thus lending us perhaps some extra courage for the exploration. I’m going to take that with me to consider in my own writing. 🙂

      The whole poem is powerful, but something about this line especially caught me:

      “Your mom can’t see your curls’ color in her rear-view mirror anymore”

      Reply
  7. Bethany says

    September 6, 2023 at 9:02 am

    L.L, thanks for reading through all of this. (Strike “short” from my intro! lol) I’m sure I could further edit it. I so appreciate your feedback and the line that struck you. I kept going back and forth about whether or not to keep that line, as I didn’t know if it was too distracting from our main character, but felt it added some perspective. Thanks again for reading. 😀

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 6, 2023 at 9:14 am

      Intriguing, about that almost-edited section! 🙂 It’s true that it isn’t strictly with the main character, but also that might be its power. In so doing, the line acts as a dividing line. Now the main character is really, truly alone. Or so she feels. I’m glad you left it in.

      Reply
      • Bethany says

        September 6, 2023 at 9:16 am

        Yes, alone (for now). SO glad that came across to you.

        I so enjoyed writing this. Thanks again for reading and letting me know your response. 🙂

        Reply
  8. Bethany R. says

    September 7, 2023 at 3:25 pm

    I enjoyed writing that cave/back-to-school piece and thought I might try a found poem version. I suppose I could add some extra lines that weren’t there in the original and get a whole other version, but thought I’d try this first. ​​I’m not married to the punctuation, BTW. Just thought I’d share with you.​ (Hoping this formats correctly here…)

    ​***

    Sta​r, immaculate​,
    lost​—

    Thoughts swirl, swell

    Downpour
    ​Of
    ​Noise

    Inside a quiet cave​,
    Ceiling and walls come closer​.
    Just enough space for you​.
    Body heat returning​.

    A place without glances,
    (exchanged them for crystal glints,
    trickling stream)

    ​​ Dripping flowstone memories trickle

    Toes snag on jutting
    rock, catch
    yourself​.
    Craving
    a
    way
    out​

    Ahead,
    one rod of light on the rock​ floor. A hand stretches
    down

    A familiar voice says​ your first name
    with a question mark​

    Reach for her
    Climb​, Star,
    now grayed,
    but rising

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 8, 2023 at 9:01 am

      Love this, Bethany! What a great idea to try doing a found poem from your original. They each have their very own feel. Both wonderful. 🙂

      Reply
      • Bethany says

        September 8, 2023 at 2:49 pm

        Thank you for reading and letting me know your response! 😀

        Reply
  9. Megan Wheeler says

    September 15, 2023 at 11:18 pm

    When Tramping About in a Forests of Strangers
    It’s Good to be Missed by Cats and Mothers

    (For Mari and Matina)

    Keep in mind, as you gear up
    for your first day at University,
    that life is a series of spontaneous
    unfoldings, a colloquium of demands,
    expectations, and surprise.

    By the time you graduate
    you will be on to this. You will be
    capable of most things: speaking
    in groups of strangers and friends,
    stating your opinions like a meme
    of a sassy bear, shooting bullet points
    from the hip, writing essays on
    the importance of long dead Greeks
    and other travelers, anticipating
    the best items to bring on your own
    excursions into forests both real
    and frightening, loading dishwashers
    using a finite set of mathematical theorems,
    emptying the cat box of life’s messy outpourings.

    All the while maintaining the joy
    of reading books
    with hard covers, beneath various trees,
    and calling your mother
    just to be reminded
    how much you are loved.

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      September 16, 2023 at 8:36 am

      Love the title of this poem. So fun! 🙂

      My absolute favorite lines:

      “loading dishwashers
      using a finite set of mathematical theorems”

      and, of course, the tenderness of that ending (brings back memories of many “coming of age” moments in my girls’ lives 🙂 )

      Reply
    • Bethany R. says

      September 19, 2023 at 2:59 pm

      What a great poem, Megan! I agree with L.L. about how fun the title is! And I love “life is a series of spontaneous/ unfoldings,” and “reading books/ with hard covers, beneath various trees.” I’m rooting for these students as they head into “forests both real/ and frightening,” and for their mom as well.

      Reply
      • Megan Wheeler says

        September 20, 2023 at 2:51 pm

        Thank you Bethany R. It is always so encouraging to receive such positive and attentive feedback.

        Reply
        • Bethany says

          September 21, 2023 at 11:10 am

          Happy your part of the Tweetspeak community!

          Reply
  10. Megan Wheeler says

    September 16, 2023 at 9:10 am

    Thank you, L.L. Barkat, for your generous feedback. I appreciate it/you.

    Reply

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