colour to create a cocoon

wind spider webs of words round

the loom

add glitter and a mirror

so you’ll see

what’s truly meant to be

with music, film, clever lighting


like reams of gauzy, tie-died muslin

an Egyptian mummy

paste it thick

with paint


scrape it all back

lay it flat

isn’t that a portrait?


I think I spent more time farting about with online photo editors to get the pic than I did writing this poem! You can tell, right? Today’s prompt was to write a poem that’s a portrait. Mine is a rather narcissistic one informed by my other writing struggles today. I’ve been throwing words on pages, only to scrape them off again… see if it looks right… not yet… sigh.