Here I am 'opening the shed door'. This was a writing prompt for my writing group last Saturday, taken from the Miroslav Holub poem, 'The Door': Go and open the door. Even if there’s only the darkness ticking, even if there’s only the hollow wind, even if nothing is there, go and open the door. So I did. And the darkness was indeed ticking. And there was certainly a draught - the wind whistles through the slats. We had the usual range of voices writing about lockdown difficulties, about the need to be open-minded and open-hearted, about the unexpected - both welcome and unwelcome. You never know what you will find inside yourself, until you try to express it. |