For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #185
standing, satisfied, burn, jaded, spark, rain
way, sun, cold, grey, joy, slash
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #225
Under A Jaded Sun
Jaded sun swiftly burns off standing
rain puddles before they are fully
formed, apparently finding peculiar
satisfied joy in its own bright fire.
Old woman looks with tired eyes
at the slowly gathering villagers,
slashes of anger in their stealthy
They will demand that she pray
again for cold greyness of a winter
that will never come. They will
destroy her when it doesn’t.
Inwardly, she steels herself for final
confrontation. She forgives them,
these lost children, knowing they know
no other way.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/2/14
Notes: The first verse came almost immediately upon seeing the word list, then I stalled, not knowing where to go. Slept on it, but that first verse stuck and created a rather strange
and eerie image. I won’t blame the words, they are only tools to be used as I choose. I am leaning toward the very real fact that I’ve recently been watching two different but rather dark TV Sci-Fi end of times series. Image was originally a digital painting put through the kaleidoscope app.