Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #20


Strange, calm, hub, all of a sudden I’m here.

There’s a presence here I feel, but do not fear

I am reminded of the time we had together

Strolling, sitting, laughing; a portrait of Heather

In her happier days. Before everything, all

Fell apart

Like the petals of a tulip past its best

Or a paper slowly burning in the fire

Its black edges flashing, occasionally, to red.

Like gypsy traffic lights on her inner road.

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 if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you. :)

If you’re a Medway blogger or a blogger who has written about Medway, feel free to share  link with us.

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