save the mould
and microscopic tentacles of decay
We sit and wait –
Watch the fabric of existence tear itself apart
All will crumble eventually,
the walls, the roof –
the sky fall in on us
Empty space, hard wood,
time splintering between the cracks of abandonment
No truth is real,
no lie unheard that has not
Float off in motes of dust,
spread yourself far,atoms of disquiet
heading for the stars.
(c) Darren Hawbrook
This poem was written for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday. The challenge is to use the above picture as your prompt and, as Kellie writes on her blog:
- Do not think. Do not edit. Do not pay attention to spelling, punctuation or form.
- Just allow the moment, your feelings, your imagination to run free and…
- Do not stop until you find yourself forcing your words or trying too hard to complete a thought.
I had great fun with this and can’t think of any other time I’ve produced a complete poem in one sitting. So thanks for the prompt Kellie, and also to Anne, whose own Free Write Friday challenge is here, which led me to Kellie’s blog in the first place.
If you want to find out more, visit Kellie’s blog here.