Submitted to James Rainsford’s prompt over at dVerse Poetics. James has written an inspiring post on photography as art. Stop over for a drink, good company, incredible poetry and a look at some superb photography. Chose one and write your own poem!
Don’t forget, I write fiction, too. My poem is inspired by the photo, not my experience (at least not recently).
Photo Copyright: James Rainsford. Used with Permission
The day you chose to walk away, nature conspired.
She wore a shroud of darkness, foretold change in bronzing leaves,
teased hope with gauzy breaths of mist.
Standing alone beneath a canopy of leaves
a colony of ants that labored to dislodge a shard,
a spider weave her dinner plate,
I listened to
the call of doves and jays.
But our songbirds withheld their song,
As you walked toward your future, I crouched alone in shadows,
mulling all that might have been had you not walked away.