The second of my ‘Poem a Day’ poems. Just getting this far is a bit of an achievement, I suppose, although I’m not particularly happy with either the meter or the rhythm. It feels as sloppy as the day itself was. But I think it has potential if I do a bit of work on it sometime later.
Today, the sun has been sent into exile,
Leaving just a weary daylight.
It has gone, and we shall never see its like again.
In the steady rain,
Climbing this hill is an act of defiance
A far more daunting prospect than usual.
It is like a resistance.
One step forwards and two steps back
I slide and slither upon the track,
Barely keeping my footing at times.
In places, mist curls beneath the trees
Where the birds voice their own defiance
Loud and clear.
Beneath the endless grey,
Still lower clouds like smoke from gunfire,
From shell bursts or industrial disaster
The earth torn up and churned
From countless toiling feet.
But other than the birds,
I have the world to myself.