Today's prompt was to have a look at some Twitter 'bot' accounts, choose a line or word and use it for the seed of our own poem. I chose Sylvia Plath, a line that struck me as so resonant right now...
'a world of bald white days
in a shadeless socket...' - Sylvia Plath
Lockdown
Bald white days await us.
Blank, like pages erased
of all words.
Like the blinding light
after an explosion.
Stinging, scorching.
We can't look away.
Every little follicle of surprise
gone. Barren, bland,
horizon deadpan.
The mechanics of living
suspended, stilted,
our puppetry upended;
props of living confiscated.
Where to go?
What to do?
Nowhere.
Nothing but
the here and now.
And the stark, stripped truth
of who we are.
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