drain your colours to monochrome.
Silence white margins your words
to endless winter.
Stillness so deep you can hear clouds
transmute to diamonds.
Check your shoes for black scorpions –
belief in Armageddon is self-fulfilling.
An end to all colour.
Previously published in The Journal
Transience for Read Write PoemYou can read a more optimistic poem on my Alter Ego blog here.
12 comments:
belief in Armageddon is self-fulfilling
What a powerful line. This poem has a real sense of authority to it. I enjoyed reading it.
I love the title (as well as the finely tuned poem) and how you tie culture to nature. Something many have clearly forgotten to do.
i am with writerwoman,,, that line is chilling.....
each phrase is so well writen. very tastefu and powerful piece.
writerwoman - thanks!
deb - thanks, yes I think we have too often forgotten the links there.
gautami, paisley - thanks
A bleak & chilling vision of the passing of the world.
I like these first two lines, although the entire poem is a work of art:
Yellow butterflies drink salt from your tears,
drain your colours to monochrome.
I am going to read this one again - it deserves it.
Gorgeous, Juliet, very powerful.
dick - yes it is a bit bleak!
mariacristina, jo - thanks
The clouds transmuting to diamonds is a breathtaking image. God, you're good!
Stunning images in this one
I like this very much.
Especially this:
"Check your shoes for black scorpions –
belief in Armageddon is self-fulfilling."
So many of us think and write about this, in these times...
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