“We’re at a party” Imagery with South Loop Poetry Club!

We hope you have been staying warm in this cold Chicago weather. Last week we didn’t have Poetry Club, but the week before that we read Natasha Trethewey’s “History Lesson” to learn about imagery. Listening closely to the words used, we each drew pictures of our interpretations in markers and pencils to reflect on what details stood out to us. Then, we switched perspectives by picking out photographs from an assortment of artists to write unique poetry about them. We hope you enjoy our visual and verbal poetry!


South Loop Poetry Club


Running Lady

By Annabel


She runs as fast as the

wind across the fence,


Wind blowing as fast as she is



smells like nothing, as bland as



tastes Cold like rain,


feels like wind blowing through my


Gramm Wein


The Growing Garden

By Navi R.


The sight of a garden in the process of growing


The sound of the soil falling


The smell of a newly-grown plants


The taste of a book


The feel of gardening tools

Otobong Nkanga

The Balance

By Oliver G.


I see death I see light / I see

people running with a knife / I see

hope and love / sounds ringing in

my ear I hear / the sounds winter,

spring, summer and fall / I smell fear

I smell love I smell hairspray /

look those curls / I touch life I

touch death my memories never

take a rest/ don’t interrupt the


Tor Warren

Weird Lady

By Audrey


I see she is strict and serious

I hear quiet 90s music

it smells like a purple jolly rancher

it tastes sweet

Like candy

She feels wind in her.


Kwame Braithwaite and Audrey’s artistic interpretation



By Whitman G.


I see TVs / I see books / I see people in the TV running

with hooks / I see a 80s robot / I hear a raspy voice / I hear

clinking wrenches / I hear people talking on benches in the

TV / I smell rust I smell electricity / I smell metal / I

feel cold metal, stories and people / I taste oil, metal, and



Nam June Paik

The Line in One Room

By Cole C.


We are 3 standing in line

in a room holding numbers

Counting to 2 to 4


In this painting

there are 3 girls

With different colored dresses


One is a princess dress

2nd in a long big shirt

reaching at her legs that widened


A passionate 3rd

Her legs together

Was having two shirts

that are showing


3 girls represent themselves

as their braids


One girl holding the number 2

Was one braid

2nd girl holding the number 3

Had double the braids than the first one

3rd girl holding the number 4

had a long braid and a short braid.

Jacob Lawrence

The Judge

By Mia P.


A woman looks

at a man in Shame

and disappointment


The feel of a judging

aura surrounding them…


Making the air feel thick,

and humid.


The taste of guilt, shame,

and anxiety on the tip

of the man’s tongue.


The air and feeling so

tense… you can taste it.


The tense high-pitched

Sound of a violin and

the sound of the butterflies

in your stomach


Elizabeth Catlett

We’re at a party

By Esther N.


We’re at a party with black individuals

the DJ at the booth playin

Old black music

the people are hollering to

Ice Cube, Nas, Snoop Dogg, 2Pac, and

Public enemy.

We’re at a party

It reeks of heavy cologne

Musty people

and alcohol

We’re at a party

Tastes of

an alcoholic


and what they

ate before

We’re at a party

The nice touch

of the other

Person they’re dancing


Faith Ringgold


Drawings of Natasha Trethewey and her Grandmother in “History Lesson”:

By Ruzzi M.

By Oliver G.

By Navi R.

By Annabel

By Cole C.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.