Hunt The Poem

Haunted February 26, 2010

Last night was very strange. It was a sleepless night for each of the Hunt The Poem team. There was nothing any of us could put our finger on but … we couldn’t seem to settle.

The recovered words of Elizabeth’s poem have been coming back to us at strange times: when we’re walking at night; snatches on the radio; in the middle of other texts. We’ve found ourselves trailing off in the middle of random conversations, distracted by a word or a phrase. I think we’ve all been asked, with some irritation, “When will you be finished with this Hunt The Poem thing?”

Then this morning, this turns up in the mailbox: