This week’s challenge was going to be a new short poetry form, but Branwell died on Monday and my thoughts have been running along different lines since then. Monday was a day of apocalyptic storms, lashing rain, hail, black cloud, and fierce gusts of wind. Yesterday was more of the same. In between the storms, I went out for a walk, and saw Branwell’s rainbow. In the second photo you can just make out a second rainbow, fading, that wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye. David Bowie’s, I suppose. There’s also a rather strange effect in the photos, as if the rainbow is holding back the cloud, or giving a glimpse of bluer skies beyond.
The challenge this week is to write a short poem on the theme of bridges. You can use the photos as inspiration, or simply your own thoughts about mortality, crossings, and rebirth or not. I had already written a short poem on this theme on Monday, but have added another one, a sept, below.
Through the tears
Remember, you have a whole week to create something. Post your poem or the link in the comments. I’d love to read them.