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 rochesterlitfest@gmail.com if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you. 

And here is today’s Medway Monday linky: