Low
cloud leaves a trail
Over
damp wet mist
Circular
in the light
Beaten
into silence
Over
the top of
A
celestial choir
Ripped
over the bridge
Catching
on the surface
Of
creation
Wrestling
in darkness
Like
Frankenstein’s Monster
Constantly
rebuilding itself.
(Week 3 asked for 'You need a full length mirror and a room with a lock. Now – get your kit off. Look at yourself, slowly and solemnly. Don’t just imagine it – do it. Your subject is your own body. If this unsettles you, stick with it. Have a go. This poem looked at it from a slightly different in the sense of constantly rebuilding yourself)
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