GloPoWriMo 2018 - day eleven

Today the prompt is to write a poem that addresses the future subject.



Strange Dawn.

Across sand dusted with silver and gold
Your feet left no prints and the sea
Had no need to wash the strand clean.

Through evening velvet, blue and rich grey,
You drifted, singing, and laughing
At the echoes of another life.

In the deepest night, star-dimmed and
Moon-muted, your voice called faintly,
A call from beyond on a poor phone line.

When the morning dawned, there were colours
In bands and woven plaits across the sky.
But that was a future without you.

That future is black and the colour
Is false and mocks the grieving watchers.

GloPoWriMo 2018 - day four

Today the prompt is concrete terms to describe the abstract concept.

A Strange Dawn.

The sky is clear and the palest blue, a vibrant pastel of intensity,
Streaked with clouds and baby pink stripes as the dusk hour
Approaches and the day draws to a close.
This is the turning day, the ending day, the day of new beginnings
And saying goodbyes to the year that has made its
Presence so painfully felt, etched onto the soul
Like engraving on cut glass.
The night will fall like a velvet curtain to
Blanket the light from distant stars, and to deaden
The sounds of revelry from those who do not and
Cannot ever understand.
Tomorrow there will be a strange dawn, a new dawn,
A grey dawn, soft and unrelenting, pigeon-feathered
And dappled with silken threads.
Tomorrow is a step into the unknown future, a
Future that you are not part of, a year that you
Have never known, never breathed a single breath in,
Never shared a heartbeat with the rhythm of time.

My thanks to the McCalmans whose song 'Strange Dawn' was the inspiration for this poem about grief.