Nov 2020
The sun was blackened
with snow, and the valley closed in quietly
with humming,
quietly as an hour of prayer.
There was a time
When each voice, each note
Carried on the wind as if
It had sprouted wings and flown away
And crystal water rained down
As confetti
Decorating the air around us
And sprinkled onto our hair and lashes
But I am alone now
Surrounded by flurries
Hearing nothing but the monotonous droning,
Trapped in this globe
Humming becomes deafening
And ice curdles my skin
Grey clouds have overtaken the sun in the sky
And you are gone.
with snow, and the valley closed in quietly
with humming,
quietly as an hour of prayer.
There was a time
When each voice, each note
Carried on the wind as if
It had sprouted wings and flown away
And crystal water rained down
As confetti
Decorating the air around us
And sprinkled onto our hair and lashes
But I am alone now
Surrounded by flurries
Hearing nothing but the monotonous droning,
Trapped in this globe
Humming becomes deafening
And ice curdles my skin
Grey clouds have overtaken the sun in the sky
And you are gone.
This is another writing exercise from my class since that's all the writing I seem to be doing these days. The prompt was another first line prompt, and the first stanza of this poem is from "First Day of Winter" (I think?) by Breece D'J Pancake.
