Later, when the tulips had dropped their petals. Later when the cards had been tucked away. Later when the phone stopped calling. Later when the house was cold and empty and the latch on the gate caught in the wind… That was when the tears came.
Night is a solitary endeavour. When the world shrinks to the size of a skull. Memories are painted on the darkness, dissected in the gloom, relived, reviled, returned to the boxes where the came from at the break of dawn. Doors hang looser on their hinges, those memories of chanced lost, wonders of what could have been.
Break my mind with words
when the darkness is deepest
and the hour is lost.
It’s day one of NaPoWriMo, [National Poetry Writing Month]. I haven’t used the prompt for today with this piece but I might put up another poem later if there’s time. I managed to forget that today was the start of NaPoWriMo until a few minutes ago so I’ve had a slight panic seeing as it’s half nine at the moment here in the UK.
Instead of the NaPoWriMo prompt I’ve used today’s Daily Post Prompt: Later
If you’re taking part in NaPoWriMo as well let me know in the comments below. If not then why not check it out! It’s a fantastic month of poetry and people. Why not give it a try?
“When the world shrinks to the size of a skull” -love that line 🖤
Thank you. 🙂
‘Night is a solitary endeavour. When the world shrinks to the size of a skull.’ I found that so rich – conveying a sense of the weight of times when we feel aloneness and overwhelm that I’m sure any human can relate to
Thank you, I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
Gorgeous
Lovely poem–the image of the latch caught in the wind is haunting…
Very beautiful. I like the repetitions. I think “relived, reviled” sounds awesome. Well done!
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