Here I am; a mini, very mini me, aged zero, in my hospital crib. Here I’ve written a series of haiku in response to the prompt asking us to imagine the opening scene of a movie about our life.
I’m not posting up all my poems; I struggled a couple of days ago with an ’everything is amazing’ prompt, (just didn’t fit my mood or personal situation,’ so gave that a miss, although I did have a bash at writing a cento; still in draft form.
Anyway, here are the haiku:
Born six weeks early Two lives hanging on toxic threat (d?) Eclampsic* drama London hospital Like Call the Midwife for real She is one herself I sleep peacefully But for ever afterwards Early arrivals *Eclamptic? Eclampsic?