A cascade poem for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words to use are:



At the close of day,

tender pigments tint

the canvas of the sky.


Your face in darkness lies,

pale where shadows fall,

at the close of day.


Day’s illusions fade,

monochrome revealed, that

tender pigments tint.


Pride keeps pain at bay,

as slowly night bestars

the canvas of the sky.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

15 thoughts on “Illusions”

      1. As a piece of work I am pleased with it, and even a bit proud. As a poem I’m sure critics would say it’s derivative juvenile crap, but I don’t care. I like it 🙂

      2. Maybe they wouldn’t say it, but they’d think it. It doesn’t bother me. I don’t understand a lot of modern poetry just like I don’t understand modern ‘serious’ music or contemporary art. Usually anything called ‘experimental’ goes right over my head!

      1. It was tender because there was nothing left…:)
        Thank you for the weekly challenge, and I hope you’re feeling better now.

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