So much of what I write at the moment is influenced by the state of the world. Every image seems to have a dark side. This is another poem I wrote for this image by Dale Patterson for the Ekphrastic challenge. It also fits today’s OctPoWriMo prompt.
Out of the depths they cried until their mouths filled with darkness, and
they flew. Silver paper wings butterflied them through the murky air,
until their throats filled with poison. We watched from our windows
shuttered against the change and chased them on and on and on,
watched the birds follow, wheel and wing away, voiceless and
childless with nothing in their feathers but despair.
We will wait behind our shuttered windows and watch the screen,
until all goes dark and the water rises, the water full of darkness.