Today we have the second of three recent Folding Mirror poems by Claire Knight. This one is really innovative, with the hourglass shape providing a striking design for the story of life contained in the poem.
Thanks for the groundbreaking poem and design Claire, and I hope you continue twisting the FM mould.
is birth a blank page? or a weighty tome
crammed full of ingrained wisdom
and lesson plans to draw on
as we climb the hill
of learning and
on the peak
a change of
down with ease
the relentless decline
grains of truth spill between
our hands until the sands run out
and the tome of life swells with more pages