Red Sky



in mo(u)rning,
we sing our sacred
dawn-songs, allow
the bell to toll for all
we’ve lost.

We’ve tossed and turned
all night, held the world
tight in trembling hands
and too-full clouds
with false linings.

We’re pining for some
signal, some
(sea)siren, some way
to spill our salt that
might scatter this
crimson, bring a
brighter day.

..
Day 11 of Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge. 

 

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6 Responses to Red Sky

  1. Shawna says:

    This is gorgeous, but I really want the last word to be “day.”

  2. love it – goes well with my latest post!

  3. qbit says:

    “some way / to spill our salt that / might scatter this crimson” — beautiful.

  4. Kir Piccini says:

    Hope… We wake with hope.
    I loved this.

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