April is National Poetry Month so I’m tackling the Writer’s Digest 2019 April PAD Challenge hosted by Robert Lee Brewer.
Today’s prompt: Write an evening poem. A poem about or during the night. Or take evening a completely different direction and think of evening the score or making things more even (or fair or whatever).
Under a sky gently scalded with stars,
we stand in the empty street,
scanning for the meteors
we were told would come.
The wind shifts
and the heavy billow of my coat
no longer seems excessive.
Once, I had imagined
these kinds of nights
and how my children
would later write rosy essays
about the Excitement and the
Adventure and the
Inculcation of Curiosity,
and the Darling Mother
who made them all Possible.
But the meteors are a no-show
and the boys gripe their way back inside,
so it’s just me now,
me and my extinguished dreams and
the cold sheer static of stars,
and I realize no ethereal pageant
could have exceeded this embellishment of grace.