An Old Woman Full of Light
Her man wanted a room
without light. A cube of
dimness, and colours dark as bark.
He’d whisper in her ear
“Are you asleep?” and
she’d fall into a deepened still.
She told me she’d not seen a dawn,
a rising sun, a glisking light
never entered that room
that held his plague,
prophecy, and sleepless presence.
The day after his funeral,
she painted the bedroom
Daylight Yellow,
and bought a new bed.
written for Writers Digest PA 2: Second Chance, Glo/NaPoWriMo Day 2, use a word featured in Haggard Hawks Twitter feed. Glisk v. glance, brief glimpse of warm sunshine. Β©Misky 2022 Image Better Days Ahead by Billie Rae Busby Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter
10 responses to “GloPoWriMo: Day 2”
Love the use of the word; the illustrations; and most especially the ending!
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Thank you,Lillian.
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Super! And a good word, too.
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Thanks.
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Glisk if you must. Me, I’m a basker.
I’m basking in your talent, M. Thanks.
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Thank you. π
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I love poems like this, that paint such a full picture of a person or relationship through a single focused detail. This does it so well. Thank you for sharing!
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You have crammed a whole life’s relationship into this poem. Excellent.
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Thank you π
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π You’re very welcome.
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