Note: I’m a sucker for a challenge. This is Ash’s Five Word Friday challenge (to be found at: http://www.trawo.blogspot.com/) if anyone wants to join. I thought I’d try my hand at poetry…but most definitely not the happy or rhyming kind. Eerg. The words: light bulb, flower, baby, avidly, and picturesque. Hope I got it right.

 

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So softly;

It starts

 

Darkness—

A greed of the most virile sort

 

Stretching to

Consume and to strangle

 

A light! A bulb of most magnificent—

Artificiality

 

The gloom (so dampening)

Begins a swift ascent

 

By a pond, a lake most murky,

There is yet another sign—

 

Soft petals feather out

In undulating curves of crimson

 

The darkness sighs at this

Rebellion; to crush and melt away the hope

 

A cry! Beneath that sallow, vacant light;

Under that watchful crimson eye

 

A child—

A child of life in which darkness may breed

 

But no; there is more;

A guardian—watchful, avid, strong

 

Looks down upon the newborn

With eyes lit up and lips to curl with wonder

 

Picturesque, is it not? A scene, a hope;

To light a shadowed way

 

Like all the legends since;

All the tales of greatness—heroes—to rise up from the mist.