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.