Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #2


It was a crispy frosty spring morning

In the springtime of the year

That was to be a decisive one in the life of the town

I wasn’t sure of my role yet

Tipping over like a giddy fawn

Who is playing a Russian folk song on his pipes

Tradition, custom, the old ways in every note

A musical score fit for yesterday

She pressed the ‘on’ button; a waltz.

This is a collective poem from the Literary Potlatch, written by the participants on the day, with each of them only able to see the previous line.  At present, the image accompanying it is a stock photo but we would really love someone to respond to the poem visually, as only an original image can possibly do it justice. Full credit will of course be given. Please email if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you :)

And for those of you who’d like to take part, here’s today’s Medway Monday linky:

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