Mixed metaphors and bumpy rhythms – by Eileen Padmore
August is holiday month for me so instead of writing a 'proper' blog I decided to have fun playing around with words to form verses. This, of course, is not pretending to be poetry, but perhaps a first tentative attempt in that direction.
The light shines on – somewhere,
but here it is hidden by cloud,
grey, sombre, quivering
under tree shroud.
The light shines on – into dark sky,
cold canopy over city at play,
music shrieks, why?
after the day.
The light shines on – in hospital ward,
eyelids pierced through with luminous red,
sharp pain at their word,
into black dread.
The light shines on – glimmers and flickers;
dark night of the soul,
hope for some saviour,
in bottomless hole.
The light shines on – but owl chooses night
to search for his prey,
with orbital sight,
against the day.
The light shines on – through curtains at dawn;
loud alarm has its say,
stifle the yawn,
brave the new day.
The light shines on – over children at play;
dances on golden hair,
feasts on the day.
Love dispels fear.
The light shines on – into the darkness
but darkness can never kill living flame;
Word in formed flesh
Who took on our blame.
The light shines on – over our dross;
crowd pleaser choose now which way you will go:
broad comfort before loss
or straight narrow cross.
Eileen Padmore has retired from a life spent in health care and academia, having worked in Sierra Leone, Zambia, Eire and Northern Ireland (in the troubles) as well as inner city Birmingham and Leeds. She has had articles published in Woman Alive, Christian Writer and contributed to the popular ACW Lent Book. Last November she claimed NaNo 2018 winner at first attempt. Married to a professional musician, the family includes a feisty springer spaniel and a large African tortoise.
The light shines on
The light shines on – somewhere,
but here it is hidden by cloud,
grey, sombre, quivering
under tree shroud.
The light shines on – into dark sky,
cold canopy over city at play,
music shrieks, why?
after the day.
The light shines on – in hospital ward,
eyelids pierced through with luminous red,
sharp pain at their word,
into black dread.
The light shines on – glimmers and flickers;
dark night of the soul,
hope for some saviour,
in bottomless hole.
The light shines on – but owl chooses night
to search for his prey,
with orbital sight,
against the day.
The light shines on – through curtains at dawn;
loud alarm has its say,
stifle the yawn,
brave the new day.
The light shines on – over children at play;dances on golden hair,
feasts on the day.
Love dispels fear.
The light shines on – into the darkness
but darkness can never kill living flame;
Word in formed flesh
Who took on our blame.
The light shines on – over our dross;
crowd pleaser choose now which way you will go:
broad comfort before loss
or straight narrow cross.
Eileen Padmore has retired from a life spent in health care and academia, having worked in Sierra Leone, Zambia, Eire and Northern Ireland (in the troubles) as well as inner city Birmingham and Leeds. She has had articles published in Woman Alive, Christian Writer and contributed to the popular ACW Lent Book. Last November she claimed NaNo 2018 winner at first attempt. Married to a professional musician, the family includes a feisty springer spaniel and a large African tortoise.
I like this, Eileen. It's got a nice rhythm but not bound to an unvarying pulse [you could play drums I'm sure :-)]. Like the flow of ideas too - again, good variety but staying well with the theme. Do more!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your encouraging comments. I’m so in awe of the poet stalwarts, past and present, but that shouldn’t stop lesser mortals having a go!
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