Good Friday Dirge
an Octain Refrain
Upon the pond a cry of loons
begins its mournful, plaintive song.
I think of how it all went wrong.
Darkness still reigns ‘neath this full moon,
this early morn a mood forlorn
recalling loss, a cross rough-hewn.
And now in Belgium, hatred strong
prolongs the tragic cries of loons.
Written and Posted for my prompt at dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar. The form, developed by Luke Prater, is a High Octain, which I explain at dVerse. Tomorrow, Christians observe Good Friday as we deal with yet another tragic, cowardly act of terrorism. Because I was unable to join in for De’s prompt on Tuesday, I’ve given a nod to it here. Thank you for a great inspiration, De. I had no idea where that first line would take me.