Wow! Jeepers creepers!

Who would have believed it?

For it was hard to take in

The way was not clear

In the abyssal darkness mists and daemons leered

She was afraid but pretended not to be.

The internal thump of her heart, witnessed only by her.

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.