Every April, The Dirty Thirty runs a month-long poetry challenge over on Facebook. I definitely did not do a poem every day in April but I did write a couple of new poems thanks to their daily prompts. Here’s day two. The prompt to to describe the process of filling some kind of blank slate, and let the final image be revealed at the end.
THE BLANK PAGE
the blank page is like a mirror
a magnifying glass
shimmering with white-hot possibility
blindingly empty
then the words emerge
like ants
one by one by one
marching towards meaning
in the midday sun
the paralysing carcass
of the blank page
is devoured
and even the ants are burned up
individually dying on their backs
no longer the sum of their parts
reborn with fire
in the midday sun