‘Do you remember “Opposite Day”?’ we were asked on Day 19, ‘… this was an irregularly declared day (usually Wednesdays … but not every Wednesday) in which statements were supposed to mean the opposite of what they usually do. … take a poem that already exists … and rewrite it so that each line is the opposite of the original’.
Hmmm, interesting, I must have led a sheltered life … I’ve never heard of ‘Opposite Day’. I’ve chosen Emily Dickinson’s short poem Hope and almost feel I should apologise to her for making something so beautiful into something so desolate …
Despair is as nothing – bare
It lies on the heart –
Whispers of isolation, desolation and hopelessness –
It ceases – at death –
Polly Robinson © 2012