I wrote this post's poem in response to a prompt from #iamallstories, a creative project that offered people 31 envelopes, each with a different prompt. I have to say I am enjoying the challenges of the envelopes.
This particular prompt was:
What were we thinking when we wrote this
prompt?
he
holds up a mirror
tells
me to look in the glass
left
is right and I’m left handed
secure
in my penmanship
even
if I cannot read half of what I write
this
could be the counter earth
always
half a hidden orbit ahead
the
other side of the sun
right
is left and I favour the right now
so
I’m looking for a second mirror
to
make it all better again
hoping
to avoid that infinity thing
left
is right is left is right is
all
too much for me
so
I stare and stare
and
normalise what I see
a
man in a mirror
looking
back at me
I suppose I could have been paranoid, thinking that whatever I wrote would reveal something hidden of me, but every act of creation does that.
There will be more poems from these prompts later.
I was listening to Murray Head recently. Here's a recent version of his big hit.
Until next time.
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