I love this prompt! It’s brought some really gorgeous poems out of the woodwork; this one by Hannah Mackay…
after other utopias are planted
the seedbank must be replenished.
please bring the wing-flutter of a bluetit
on the verge of
flying into your living-room window;
the third eyelash from the edge
of your upper right eyelid;
or a similar item of your own choosing,
to be scrutinised,
and possibly adopted,
by our volunteers.
…and this one by Ann Cuthbert.
There’s always been a problem finding it.
Nova Insula Utopia.
Ambrosius’s map is picturesque/grotesque,
Flags flutter on turrets, his ship of teeth grins white.
But accuracy never was his forte.
Plus, someone coughed over the co-ordinates –
longitude and latitude drowned out in hacking,
directions written in a conlang we can’t crack,
invalid postcodes, GPS malfunctions,
misled by SatNav that sets you back-of-beyond,
no lifesigns except that craze-eyed sheep.
No wonder so few have ever made it.
Now they’re saying other utopias have been planted,
or at least their stories have – whether they’ll take
hold’s another matter. Truth or false news?
We’re still being duped, still kept in the dark.
You too could have a short micro-poem or flash fiction featured for one of the remaining prompts – just message me at imeldasays at gmail dot com with your creation!