This weekend has been just too much. Too much heavy rain, too much rubbish on the television. Too much work and too much of being on my own. Oddly enough even when I am with someone at the moment I feel quite alone. I have no idea why, but being positive seems to have left my body. I know where I should be mentally, i just can’t quite make the leap.
So today is the last day of #napowrimo. However inspired by many people I have decided to see if I can manage a poem a day for longer… who knows how long . Todays Prompt is to take a poem written this month and write the bottom line first until you get to the bottom of the poem which should be the top line.
Here is my backwards poem
He kept his promise
He lifted her down off the rock, kissing her
She looked up and there he was in the distance
Hearing a noise was that his voice in the wind
She felt so alone
Where was he? They were going to go crabbing
She could see the crabs playing on the bottom
Gazing down, the deep dark pool swirling around
Sun warm on her head
Red skirt fluttering around her bare knees
Her hair flying in the blustery warm wind
Standing barefoot, her feet cold on the smooth rock