in the belly of pandemic spring,
I was shut in.
windows were eyes,
and the chair in the corner stayed empty.
All the words I wrote poured off the page;
I had to scoop them up and paste them back on,
like poison pen letters to myself.
This year, I’m sitting in the empty chair,
planning what I’ll do when I finally get out there –
but not just yet.
Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2021
My response to NaPoWriMo Day Four
Today’s prompt takes us, as poetry often does, to the liminal, ‘a place or sensation that exists at or on both sides of a boundary or threshold, neither one thing or the other, but something betwixt and between’. We are challenged to select a photograph from @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by it. It was a difficult choice with so many to choose from.