Final day of Paul Brookes’ challenge and I’m pleased to say I participated every day. Some prompts were more challenging than others; some produced poems grimmer than I enjoy writing. Some drew out memories, unexpected but worth airing now that any fear or unease is long laid to rest.
Thank you, Paul for your generosity in preparing all this and giving us a platform for our work.
Visitors by Terry Chipp
Rose by MJSaucer
Night visitors
Silent
between the wardrobe and the door
made of shadow and shifting moonlight
they were always there
still are but now I know who they are
and why they are here.
Their eyes have lost the piercing questioning
and smile gravely
welcoming me to join the endless chain
back and forth stitched with shreds
and shards and sighs of sorrow
cradling moon-pale bones and the sepia rose.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thanks Paul 🙂
Congratulations on completing the month of prompts!
This one–facing those night visitors–I couldn’t decide if it was a scary or not. i felt more a sense of sorrow and regret from them. Those last two lines are wonderful!
Thank you! I’m pleased you thought there was an ambivalence about the visitors. It’s what I wanted to say—things we don’t understand aren’t necessarily frightening, and some are only sad when we know what they mean.
You’re welcome. I do understand that, and I know what you mean. (Well, I would.) 😀
Of course 🙂
Congratulations! A great month of many efforts for you, but also a lot of interesting thoughts for us. Michael
Thank you. I wonder what challenges December will bring?
i am sure there will be a lot. Here the incidents are growing, like never before. But life must go on. Have a nice week, and please stay save. Michael
You too, Michael 🙂
“They were always there”–so much we neither see nor understand. And congratulations on 30 days of your insights into the art. It was a rather grim selection, but you captured the feeling well. (K)
Thanks! The tone was pretty grim, but then this November was a bit that way inclined.
It was. Let’s hope December lightens up a bi.
It might. But it’s going to be cold.
I think so too.