I’ve discovered I’m writing a lot more free verse this year; I’m not sure whether it’s because my style has changed, or just that I’m procrastinating it most nights until it’s almost time for bed and I have to write something quickly.
This one is one of the few rhyming poems I’ve written. I think a lot of the imagery was inspired by Holy Week.
The breeze is a living, breathing thing,
Heaving underneath my wings
It tosses and beats like the waves below
With the sunlight shining on their foam.
The sky is a living, moving shroud,
Blush with resurrection clouds
I dive to meet the waves that crash
At the edge of the water’s flaming path.
The sun is a living, deadly light
That blinds as it bestows new sight
And caught betwixt the waves and sky
I soar to meet that blinking eye.