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
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.
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
I love that line too. Thanks for reminding me of it! X