I was rereading one of my all-time favourite poems yesterday, Digging by Seamus Heaney. I remember the first time I read the poem and fell in love with its simplicity of language, the seamless fusion of two different generations and worlds, and how the unspoken resonates as loudly as the spoken. Twenty five years on and no matter how many times I read it, the poem still has the same impact.
For this week’s Wordspark, I’d like to see how this poem can inspire you as a writer.
Write a short piece – poetry or prose (the wordcount is up to you) – based on the closing lines of Digging by Seamus Heaney…
“Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.”
