Inspired by National Poem Writing Month 2021 Day 27 prompt … inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The entries are very vivid – maybe too vivid! But perhaps one of the sorrows will strike a chord with you, or even get you thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that you have, and that does not yet have a name.
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(some night I’m a gargoyle on an old building tower)
broken wings, scabulous it is, whispers
mossed gaping eyes gazed mute
on the scape turning green to grey
sky once blue now smoked grey
the heart of it also absent–
what for I need a heart
warmth of day concluded was warm years ago
now its December cold and new moon dark
it dream of guise of a lark; midding in spreading wings
casting shadow on the moving snake
deep down the high-rise; the noon high-sun
shines on there creating shades of colours
one haven’t watched but seen
and then from nowhere comes the rain,
or the moon rise in full and yellow
and I, the gargoyle, ringlorn–
sitting on a peak I’m the roc waiting ages
for some Scheherazadete to narrate me
(some night I’m poet of poems waiting for a reader)
2 responses to “National Poem Writing Month 2021: Day xxvii: Roc”
Oh, I know about the last line. Some nights we all are.
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Yeah…we the poets can relate to that… thanks for the read
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