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 firstname.lastname@example.org if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you.