In the middle of love


in the middle of love

in the middle of life

in the middle of London

what am I to do?

I could do a fuck-lot worse

than being



the middle

with you


We are in London for a dear friend’s wedding … Prompt:  Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. 



  1. I love the line at the end of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel: that it will be alright in the end, and if it’s not alright, it’s not the end. I know this is not always true but it’s a comforting thought, to be surrounded by time, with ticks on the clock yet ahead. Lovely poem, and bravo for reaching the halfway point in your challenge. xxx

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