April has arrived bringing its showers and flowers, not to mention that it’s also National Poetry month, which means the Poem A Day challenge is on again. I’m not sure I’ll manage the 30 poems in 30 days this year as I’ve got a family visit planned and that always eats up writing time (Well worth it though!). I’ll do what I can and hope for the best.
To kick things off, here’s the first poem of the month, written from a prompt to write a foolish poem.
The world is a mass of yellow.
Softened by April showers,
the forsythia and daffodils
droop and sway in the soft breeze,
a pagan dance, older than time.
A pale lemon sun
drizzles its last drops of lemonade
from a hopeful spring sky.
A woman stares out the window,
anxious to see her man walking down the lane,
smiling and waving to her,
with his newspaper tucked under one arm.
She knows this is the height of foolishness;
he will not come on this jaundiced day.
He cannot. Not ever again.
She searches for sunlight
as she is swallowed up in gray.
~Elise Skidmore ©2016
Well done, Elise. Glad I got to read this.
Thanks so much, Alan!
Pretty and sad like the single daffodil. I liked it?
Thank you, Rosemary!