today’s (now yesterday’s) task was to write a poem on an urgent journey and important message – mine is in the form of 2 haikus. on the process, it was fun, now it’s annoying me – on a dark moon weekend when i am tired, uninspired and want to sit not pour over writing it all out… a funny old process, i have really rebelled against the whole goddam lot this weekend!
sweat-dripped face on fire
the truth kept safe under my cloak
flung from a far place
they scorned my message
it pricked at their conscience
they cut out my tongue
hail to the dark moon – just turning into the newness again…