Internal Sunshine on a gloomy day

The rain battered the window, undecided if it wanted to be snow

I hoped it would crisp up and freeze over, fizzing and ripping across the ice like bullets

And snowflakes are captured on her black eyelashes

Emphasizing the darkness within

A literal outline, the shape of sin

Now shall we begin?

Where we left off?

Why don’t you jump, then?

Jump, then plunge, meeting eternity.

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