Poetry through the ages. HM in Shadows & Light Poetry Contest, Round 109. |
| On Looking Back 2 Back then, when poetry was young, and fresh born souls struggling to speak, yet fearfully aware that someone, sifting through the words, might come upon the meaning, we hid in convoluted courses, verses swallowing their tails, constructions masked and leaping, by logic abandoned, unmapped and hedged about with stealth, our sure defences to the prying eye. So we held to fragile confidence that these, our deepest intimations, might lie secure forever. And now, when being known is all that draws us on towards the light, we yearn for ways to speak the inexpressible, to say at last what we always meant, display with a shrug those hidden things from darkness dragged unbidden, a great unburdening of weight, still dusty with the arc of years. Let your song rain upon the ear of God in death. Line count: 24 Free verse For Shadows and Light Poetry Contest, Round 109 No prompt. |