Photograph from New Earth

This is a picture poem done for my creative writing course. A story of a girl, a boy, and her contemplation of the void.

The outcropping was clear that October day.

The air tasted of silver and starlight,

and everything shined like dewy emeralds, 

except our shirts, his chair, the sky.

He sat on red plastic, legs out,

and I stood beside with arms thrown wide

as a great green planet hovered

in the darkness of the void beyond.

He contemplated the mossy sphere,

midnight eyes shining from wax-pale flesh

as I snuck my own images

and ignored the coaxing whispers that called him.

The chill that clung around us was left alone,

neither acknowledged or overlooked,

it’s silver cloak hovering in the backdrop.

 

This is the last, the final remnant

of him on this plane.

For as we stared into the beyond,

the void beckoned in quivering sighs

as the strikes of his heart slowed

and his last breath was drawn.

The void claimed him at last

with reaching tendrils and invisible sighs

that made his mother weep,

and my heart ache as it became ash.

 

Many moons have passed since that clear October day,

when the air tasted of silver and starlight.

The shine has passed as I sit on red plastic

contemplating the green giant,

as the whispers of void pull me, too.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading! Please tell me about anything that doesn't jive. :)

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Well, that's an interesting if somewhat tragic interpretation and rememberance of the last moments in a surrealistic demise. Nicely done. BTW, I thought you'ld dropped off the face of the Earth or at least this part of it. Oh, wait, this isn't Earth is it? It's the Void. The place where much good writing goes to hide from prying minds. Never mind. :)

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

For some reason, morbid things come to mind when I set out to write poetry lately... >_> Weirdness.

I haven't done any dropping, at least not off of faces of Earths or Voids, to my knowledge. Although, I must say I've missed your company dearly, my good friend. ^^

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

I don't visit here as often as before, thus the delay in seeing your post. I feel like a whale, brandishing its fluke as a misspelling it should be flooke and then I could pretend it means sardines and ice cream cookies in Danish (or something like that). I've heard/imagined those might be good for people who think of morbid things when they try to write poetry. Would you like one box or two? :)

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

I would love some! *noms cheerfully* Tea for our flookes?

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Oh, yes, yes, yes!! I have sooooo missed our teatimes together!!! =^o^=

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

*busily makes a pot* As have I!

[Anne Timmins]

This is really great. Love your attention to detail. Your imagery was fabulous.

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

Aw, shucks... I appreciate that! ^^ Thank you from the bottom of my heart.