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
stuck
in
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.