From that moment, when his shadow fell
we children ran amok, mouthing our repressed pain in shouts
betrayed so young by hope of better times now held fast on a nightmare
journey of frustrations, compounded over bitter years in one long-drawn slow, silent scream
n.b. Stealing from a prompt based on Maya Angelou’s poem “Caged Bird” that includes the line “his shadow fell shouts on a nightmare scream”. I have broken all the rules about how to do this, with apologies to Bjorn at dVerse ~ Poets who set the challenge originally.
I took a moment to rest
On this Armistice Day
Where a public holiday is taken
To remember that all they have now
Was hard earned
The ultimate price paid
They came from afar
Uncertain of what to say
Their loss, our future
n.b. We gathered to pay respects to one of our own, a fellow Pompey supporter to some, a close friend to a few. We did not know how to do this, but wanted to be together at this time, the first available home game.
We met at a pub close to Fratton Park and talked of Martin and touched philosophically on the inevitable.
After a few simple words in memory of this lovely man, we raised our glasses and expressed gratitude for having known him.
We then went to the game. It was 0-0.
Glass mirrors times past
What is new that you see there?
Open the window
n.b. El Presidente visited El Paso and said to the press corps, “I wish you could have been there to see it.”
What did he mean, the appalling damage caused by a single young man with a rifle? No, he meant the respect shown to the Office of President of the United States of America. Sad.
Alarmed, startled awake
Essential items fumbled for
Grabbed, stashed and stowed at first light
Bleary drive to the port for the morning ferry
Relief at reaching the queue steadily being consumed by the ship’s jaws
A necessary pause at the UK Border Force barrier
“Sorry, sir, but this is not your passport.”
She had died
Five years past
Yet here she is
Handed back to me
Fixed face, impassive as required for the officious photograph
With me still
Catapulted into our pond
Like a block of concrete
Your failed heart
Cast us away
On waves that rocked our boats
For seven lifetimes
NaPoWriMo Day 4…you want sad?