Day 13

Today’s prompt (which you can read here) was to write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

I didn’t fancy the prompt, but as we get very little of it in the news, I dug out a rough draft about different types of truth and typed it up. It’s a bit wonky and the rhymes are a bit awry, and I think it needs another finishing-off verse … but at least I’ve made it through day 13!!! (not that I am superstitious – ha ha!)

Are the truths I know too small?

 

I read of people’s inhumanity,

revealed by war.

I read of lost women awaiting rescue,

abused and called whores.

I read of all the people in this world

who won’t eat today;

of all those without water who would see

my daily bath as luxury.

 

Next to these, the truths that are known to me

are bendy, soft; not newsworthy:

 

That you can make extensive plans

but things end up the same.

New glass has lost the swerves and waves

of milky old glass panes.

That a daisy bumps against my soul

with the same heft as a single star,

and a natural death causes restlessness

like a cat circling by the fire.