Snow. But the sun was shining; then came rain
Drawing the curtains would cover the pain
The photo was colourful in its frame
But Picasso looked on, his eyes aflame
And captured love mismatched
To my heavy heart
The song of sorrow plays its tune
As the flower laid car came
And the shine confused me more
What a film, “The Shining”!
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 firstname.lastname@example.org if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you.
And here is today’s Medway Monday linky: