THE 8 BECAME 9
Eight randomly chose people from around the world during lockdown; another lockdown.
I’m not sure why it began this way. Maybe it was something to do with being sat, on my own, at home and unable to really see anyone.
So, I wrote eight individual poems that were based on eight well known poems that I felt eight unrelated individuals from around the world would read in eight disconnected homes.
Eight individual meetings that couldn’t happen.
Eight individual poems that were written.
Eight individual paintings that were finished.
I then took a look in the mirror and eight...became nine