From Brenda at A Wordling Whirl of Sundays comes
another great prompt:
cry * wind * planets * twilight
tails * turning * fire * leaves
against * afraid * fallen * striding
Somewhere In Time
day strides into purple twilight,
planets circle in sharp-edged silence,
cratered moon orbs spin and rotate, and
fiery comet tails, like gaudy trailing
scarves, drift against swirling gravity.
Turning, I hear a wild cry on the wind,
damned souls dropping into the bottomless
pit and I am afraid. I am very afraid.
7 comments:
Mariann, concise piece, not a wasted word here. I love the apocalyptic feel of this.
Pamela
Marianne, This is strong and pointed. It heightens paranoia as I read it. Precise language, gaudy, undulate, abyss. Beautiful. This is one of my favorites of yours.
~Brenda
Great poem, Marianne. Reminds me of the setup scene for a scary movie of some sort. :)
Marianne, this poem has a mystical feel to it. Lovely!
The perspective of your poem makes me wonder about the speaker. Who is that I? To see the light fading, the planets circling, and the abyss - it does have a mystical/supernatural feel to it. I like "gaudy fall leaves".
Richard
Great images here with pulling in of teh fear.
Damned souls?? Yikes!! I'm afraid, too!! The devil, you say::
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