I’ve got my act together and going to try to follow the Poetry Ireland daily poetry prompt.
I fell out of writing again last year and stopped halfway through a great online poetry course. I’m not going to join the throngs and say “isn’t this a great time to be creative and learn something new?” (because, quite honestly, thats horseshit said by people who aren’t trying to monitor home learning and do full time work simultaneously). BUT I do need to let the words surface again in my head.
So, today’s prompt was “the fool”.
April Fool’s Day 2020
It seems like a joke, a game, a trick: Don’t touch, don’t talk, don’t be that prick. We need to exist. But we’re not laughing in this circus, we’re guiding each other through this maze of confusion and noise. Mirrors reflect a distorted reality in which the exit is less than an arm’s length away. The clown and the ringmaster now equal. The show goes on.
By Sinéad O’Rourke
Image by marian anbu juwan from Pixabay
