musée mia burrus

A Flash Poem

I pray

my hands together
pointing up into
the godless silence
like an arrow
the arrow I just
yanked from my
own ribs

I'm not impenetrable

This poem arose from a poetry workshop. The exercise involved a mind map, and, well, arrows! February is the longest shortest month of the year and I seem to do a lot of staring. So, it’s good to remember that a poem can come together in a flash, fast. The workshop was part of the 2022 biennial Northumberland Festival of the Arts, and 2024 is another Festival Year!