Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #8

who writes the lines

Image by Maggie Drury

Who writes the lines around your eyes?

Yesterday was a tiring day

Sleep came quickly like drowning

And she dropped deep into its well, the sides too slippery to grasp

She was reminded of a horror film she had seen once

Bloody, unsubtle, unsettling

Unsettling, unsubtle, bloody

Hands rubbed together, erasing the memory

Of blistered mouths, empty eyes

Of sunken jaws and jaundiced teeth

The bitter taste of lapsed belief.

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 here’s today’s Medway Monday linky – I’m convinced lots of you will have been out and about with your cameras this weekend, making the most of that strange yellow entity in the sky, so please do share your pics!

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