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 rochesterlitfest@gmail.com 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:
Rochester Literature Festival 