So here we are at Day 23, Shakespeare's birthday, and I've drafted a (sort of) sonnet. The prompt was a letter of the alphabet but I've been greedy and encompassed various forms of writing.
Ethereal
writing
It
doesn’t matter if it’s not written in stone
with
ink, pencil, biro or on your phone.
Those
hieroglyphs and cuneiform held weight
carefully
carved, hammered, lines all straight
with
meaning whether weighing up the deal
or
telling us how they invented the wheel.
Chinese
characters didn’t mess with an alphabet
images
on scrolls misty mountains beset
with
flowing gowns and lofty thoughts
conveying
to the hoi-polloi what they ought
to
do as sons and daughters. Will ghost lines
of
Times New Roman leave behind
messages
for the artificially intelligent
or
will it be as if they’ve never been sent?
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