This was written in response to the Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge.
Here are 3 words to spark your imagination for a piece of poetry. BUT, you CANNOT USE these 3 words in the poem. What images, feelings, emotions do they conjure up for you? Good luck!
gray, wind, echoes
Here is my response:
So drab and colourless,
the sky loomed overhead
And brought that doom-filled feeling,
The one I’ve learned to dread.
I scream into the void
The dark and dangerous abyss,
The breeze whips away my scarf.
I hear a resound, a sigh, a hiss.
“Come, on Jump” I hear them say,
A torment from a fateful past,
I step back from that final edge,
This was not the first time, nor the last.
I did not surrender, I didn’t fall
I had the strength and found the way,
This time I did not heed the call,
of death, that final holiday.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/November/2018