Today while walking, I realised I had the components of what I will be calling a ‘found poem’. Found poetry is often compiled from a single prose text, but rearranged into verses and stanzas, but my found poems (hopefully there will be more than one) will consist of elements discovered during a day or few days in a foreign city (or home, come to think of it).

I have very much enjoyed making my first found poem.  The ‘true’ version of the poem is in English and French, but I will also translate it.

Oh, such a happy day!