Day 29 and talk about saving the worst till last!
My goodness, this was far and away the biggest challenge, with just a day left. I NEVER write long poems and I dislike ‘mathematical problem’ poems like this. Suffice to say I have completed it, don’t really get it, or like what I’ve done but it was an interesting exercise in problem solving… I guess.
I have a degree, a PGCE and an MA (all Lit related) but I really struggled to understand what some of these prompts meant – makes me feel terribly inadequate.
Hope sincerely that tomorrow’s prompt has a bit of fun about it! This is just odd.
Her life had become a soap opera
when she found herself pregnant, at 57,
with her fifteenth son.
The first time she heard the heartbeat,
saw the impossibly tiny human form on the screen,
tasted blood, biting down on her lip,
smelt her own fear, damping her like low cloud,
and touched her lightly swollen belly,
still cold and slippery with jelly,
she had to accept that it was too late now to change anything.
She heard her hopes falling away,
watched as they grew ever smaller
and their dying cries hooked in her brain.
Suddenly the voice of Persephone
echoed from the Underworld, calling her back,
Sensing time was on her side,
she was suddenly galvanised to just get up and run.
Through the failing light she ran,
cold, naked, but full of hope, she ran
soundlessly down endless twittens she ran,
towards the nearing night
and past the waiting arms of strangers.
Because of her need, night somehow never fell,
leaving her broken and sobbing for release
under a strange sky.
“Ar’tor’reet?” whispered a hoarse voice,
the wings of opportunity made flesh.
She snatched hungrily at imagined feathers,
felt them sharp and metallic, catching her skin,
dragging her down as she rose slowly from the ground
in glorious luminescence.
Another mother, Oggy, walking by,
observed the phenomenon
gazing in awe as the light intensified
and blinded to the force of the moment,
but the simple act of her presence
changed a moment forever.
This simple truth will come to pass,
Persephone will sever ties
that bind this sad soul to her destiny
and, for once, overlook Eurydice.
No longer will the power of passion be thwarted,
or the innocent of sin remain broken hearted.
Thus the wheel of life turns, unresisted,
A kaleidoscopic song of supplication,
filled with things beyond our wit to say,
brought around by moments of distress but,
ultimately, tout s’est bien passé.
The birds of the air clutch at shreds of opportunity
resenting our sentience, our dreams,
wishing us back once more
into cradles of cracked shells.