May, the Sky Falls In – NAPOWRIMO 2016 – DAY 4

Again for the 2nd day in a row this is the second poem I’ve written for the one prompt. I keep getting poems I was desperate for but for an entirely other project and so one here, one there.

May, the Sky Falls In

the rain
the sludge
the hours
the sky
2008

sometimes
all at once

the sky
is always
overhead
it feels like
it’s falling

the rain
sets in
for days,
weeks
on end

the hours
of
coming
and
going
sitting
at your
bedside

the grass
verge
becomes
sludge
as cars
come
and go

a verse
as long
and
as black
as a
hearse

May,
oh May
how
it rained
how little
I saw
of it
May
slipped
slowly
away

Benita H. Kape © 5.4.2016

Prompt: And now, for our (optional) prompt. In his poem “The Waste Land,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruellest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruellest month, and why.

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s