This week, the bus driver is none other than Dana Bug, you can click here to find the other passengers
She gave us three options to write about
- Now, you might not be a religious person, but I'm sure that even so you have wanted to argue with God (or Allah or the sun or your own super ego) in some manner. If you choose this prompt I'd like you to tell us about that argument.
- Write about the place you dream of living someday. Or if you're lucky enough to already live there write about home.
- Write about leafless trees.
Here's my ticket for the bus, it's a bit based on No. 2, but kind of a negative version, a bit more about where I don't want to be than where I do.... With thanks to Shakespeare for the last two lines, he was a generous type, and I'm sure he's not averse to sharing...
I want to believe the tin voices of reason
sweat to unheave from the choice of disease n'
swim touching the eaves of a flooded disaster
a cruelty of thorns, a rumour of laughter
hope grits the cold roads and we're flying down fast
thick fog chaos holds, blinding, crashing at last
but if the while I think of thee dear friend
All losses are restored and sorrows end