And now for today’s prompt . Taking a cue from our video resource for the day, and from Keat’s poem, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that:
- Is specific to a season
- Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
- Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)
Summer, where I come from
Blue- grey steely skies, the face of hell behold
Bid goodbye to the season of cheerful blooms, and
in its wake welcome a ‘dragon spewing fire’;
Promising to scorch and sizzle all in its gaze, save
one- the tree of life! It blooms and grows-
Light amber bulbs transformed to a sweet, sticky
ripe red – a blessing from the Gods.
Silken smooth sands; burning embers- the parched
earth cries for mercy. But mercy, there shall be none.
Not, until it burns some more. A hot wind blows, suffocates;
‘Stay indoors,’ it warns, menacingly. The sands rise to the
skies in retaliation. The parched land awaits resurrection;
Will life return? A dead man’s haunting silence in the wind-
gone away are the sandpipers, the snipes, the stints and-
the plovers; the flamingos and the terns.
Withered away the petunias, the spider lilies and
the marigolds but stay the bougainvillea, sturdy and strong.
Barren streets, no screeching of horns, no laughter,
of children or screaming parents behind. The forsaken land
on which the camels walk, bakes in the searing furnace;
the oasis a mirage. Can there be no clemency?
When will winter come? When will life return?
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