Month of Poetry: 5 January
Every year, I participate in a month of poetry challenge where the goal is (you guessed it) to write one poem every day. A solid 70% of them are not worth reposting, but occasionally there is one that I don't mind airing a little further. The origins of this poem are a bit of a twisty story, but all the inspiration is from art, not my own life (art has proved a richer vein, given how peaceful and uneventful my life has been, excepting the death of my dog, for the last little while). I am currently doing a re-read project with my Agatha Christie collection, and just finished reading the Poirot novel Five Little Pigs, which I have always thought is a top-tier Christie. While reading it, I was listening to Taylor Swift's Folklore album (I am not a Swiftie, but that specific album I do really like and have listened to many times over the years). Just as I reached the denouement of the novel, the album hit the song Mad Woman, and the two things fused irrevocably in my head ... and ...