Waiting has always seemed to play a noticeable role in my life – sometimes too large a one for my liking! I prefer, wherever possible, to convert waiting for one thing into a chance to get on with something else. Life is for living, not waiting, after all!

It is however a theme that haunts/animates a fair few of my poems. Today was the launch of a Kidderminster arts installation entitled the ‘Waiting room’.  The project includes five of my poems and I can’t wait to see it!

At the moment, I’m also waiting for my ‘five minutes with’ interview in the local paper (Worcester News). One of the questions I was asked was about favourite music tracks. My answer included They Might Be Giants ‘Birdhouse in Your Soul’. So while I’m waiting, I thought I’d turn this into my prompt for today.

Imagine you’re waiting somewhere, somewhere unusual like maybe a birdhouse. Or inside someone’s soul/body/brain. Or choose somewhere else serious, humorous or quirky. You might want to think about what you’re waiting for and how you feel about it. Perhaps you’re trapped there. Or maybe you chose to go there deliberately to distract yourself or get away from something. This prompt might also be a good one for exploring all the senses. What  do you see/hear/taste/smell/feel while you are waiting? Can the reader guess where you are waiting simply from how you describe it?

Happy writing – and if anyone fancies posting their thoughts, I’ll be waiting!