He took a drag of his cigarette

And sat quietly in his sports corvette

The darkness seemed to creep and writhe

And left me hollowed out inside

A mix of emotions and colourful words

Expand the scene of the countryside

From the mountain top

She saw a panorama of decay

Butterflies with claws.

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.