Leaning towards the darkness
that is his and only his,
his eye captures the moon.
Crickets chirrup evensong
as hesitant,
he takes first faltering step
into infinity.
He flies without feathers.
Soon
he will be naught but a red jewel
in an endless sea.
He will ride with the tides,
forever searching, forever searching,
forever searching
for the lovely shadow of her face.
for the lovely shadow of her face.
Anna :o]
Grace’s
challenge at Real Toads is to write a new poem or prose poem in response to
James Wright’s words – please see prompt here.
The above is my response to his poem ‘Beginning.’
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author:
Clawhammer91
Clawhammer91
