A quadrille for the dverse ‘rise’ prompt. A poem which I wrote with Redon’s painting of Orpheus in mind, after he has lost Eurydice I imagine.
The wind rises with a fiery voice
like angry hornets,
swelling the rising oceans that roll
over people risen against their empty bellies,
and others against the rise in petrol prices,
and I, weeping,
I will arise and go now.