This is the first poem I have written following an exercise from The Poetry School in moving from the abstract to the concrete. See if you can work out which abstract noun it is about! I’m linking it to Imaginary Garden with Real Taods’ Tuesday Platform.
We follow her instructions,
The disembodied female voice
Of satellite navigation,
Whose tiny brain is crammed full
Of detailed maps and directions.
We, with our large brains,
Hanging on her every word
And sometimes arguing with her,
Are quite absurd.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016