So, today in the screenwriting workshop from the Prague Playhouse, we had a task to write in 10 minutes, a 6 lines poem about “what the weather from outside” inspires us. And I loved the task. I felt in my own natural waters. Here’s what came out:
A yellow bunch of sprouts arose
Behind the building from the right,
Across the street, where frenzy bees
Portray the hunt for something sweet
And newborn leaves invade the space
Of sparkling whips.
Me proud. For the first time since I know myself I was able to write a poem about something else except obsession and unrequited love.