Here’s an attempt at a poem in response to Brenda Warren’s weekly word challenge at The Sunday Whirl.
I like playing around with poetry; I believe writing poems sharpens my senses and, hopefully, enriches the language of my fiction.
Brenda’s words this week come from Glacier National Park signage:
bird, bridge, unstable, wild, bend, rock, retreat, bear, lane, fallen, meadow, island
Plus a bonus word: Heaven . . .
Suspended between earth and heaven
the swinging bridge bends in the wind.
You stand still and clutch the ropes
until your fingers numb. You’ve crossed
here before: the rocking’s wildest
over the middle of the gorge, just
when you’ve come too far to retreat.
Breathe, breathe, don’t look down
to see who might have fallen before you.
How could you bear to know?
Listen to your pounding heart,
the roiling water below,
the flicker and call of birds,
the wind’s dying shush,
and fix your eyes on the far side:
a single tall palm, a flash of red
in the meadow (bird? bloom?)
where the rutted lane leads out
to the main road, across the island, home.
It’s only one bridge, after all:
unstable, like a life.
To see other folks’ efforts, visit The Sunday Whirl!
Writers: do you enjoy stepping out of your genre occasionally? If so, what do you gain from it?