The stone wheel spun with a sound of thunder
The demon arose from that place of hell
My demons adding their furious cries
I raced out into the daylight, but I couldn’t escape.
High fences blocked me, bringing me up short
This robbery is turning out more difficult than I thought
Perhaps, there were other ways to make her happy
Unknown to me and strange
Written in the lost book of the libraries of heaven
Thoughts, memories that will last the test of time
Are set in stone.
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.
This poem is the final one in the series of random writing put together at the Literary Potlatch event, held at Strood Library in March. We’d like to thank all the participants on the day, who made it such a wonderful, surprising and inspiring event. Credit where it’s due to:
Judith Norwood Carl Jeffrey Maggie Drury Pauline Odle Sam Hall Barry Fentiman Maria McCarthy John Abrami Teresa McCann Alison Ryles Graham King James Queay Millicent Bevan Bill Lewis Steve Stubbington Michael Heritage Jan Triuuist Heather Burgess Tom Marshall Sarah Jenkin Wendy Bretherton Sam Froudist
The report and photos of the event itself can be found here.