The moon was full in the sky tonight
A fox screeched, an eerie call. Alarm or fright
Joseph shifted his position, someone was
piercing their eyes through him, making him …
Pushing a finger through him, paper thin
The blood coursed over his shoes
It was beautiful, the most full of life colour I’d ever seen
Suddenly two leaves began to shiver and I echoed them
The trees ticked like unborn grandfather clocks
As the cold wind blows
So the heart is moved
By the most ordinary things – a good cup of coffee, perhaps.
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 for you.