Rain added weight to air
sticking to my lashes, squinting views
of already tired shoulders
heavy reddened eyes,
stepping carefully steep cobblestones lanes sheeted
puddles followed to grass meadows, weeping statues;
shoes sunk into soaked ground.
Seeing salty rains
beneath black umbrellas
eyes sharing moments that linger
as thoughts, sights, rubbed raw feelings,
for softness of life fading away.
Youngest stayed home, waited
our somber filing in, most tender
moment of seating the empty chair at the table;
where my worried face falls to youngest,
Grandpa’s favored, staring at gray sky over churlish sea
then in sudden smile, laughing aloud
“look, look he has sent us...his red sky”
Everyone rose from the table,
and in the rush all of the chairs were empty
Just as sudden, my thoughts brought him back
into the very room, nationalist politics, his dissonance
“remember in the uprising
when he was jailed in Yarios
above the wall, counting holes…”
He said he prayed all night
saw a red sun at dawn
like nothing before, an angry red ball
it was a sign,
that he would not rot in that prison.
“...his red sky..”
Author notes
a blur of 1. & 2.
style and inspiration, Imagery from hometown.
In a list
A contest entry
- 2 options Contest free verse inspiration from Yannis Ritsos modern poetry. by Starswhispers.
550 points, ended October 24, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This an amazing piece I love the connections with Ritsos and the atmosphere you have created here the imagery is fantastic, I think that (may be) there is no need for the last line this is only a suggestion. I enjoyed reading this thank you so much for entering it in the contest.
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What a wonderful litany of metaphor and storytelling, I felt I was there watching that red sun in the sky. Beautifully done. Love, C
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