Skyfall

(It’s Poetics Tuesday at dVerse Poets & Laura Bloomsbury invites us to Flights Of Fancy. I suppose I’m a little off-target, but…)

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Skyfall

Chicken Little was right. It’s Sunday
and the sky is falling. It’s Sunday night
and it’s almost midnight or it seems like
midnight without you here. It’s late and
it’s August or almost August and you’re
not here; you’re out there somewhere,
staring up at the same stars in another
kind of sky.
………………Come back to me soon. Come
home tonight to this house of straw, losing
its battle with the wind; come home again
from the sea and the salted air to the trees
on the hills alive with green and the stars
falling like wayward wishes.
……………………………….Come home, my love.
It’s almost August. The midnight sky is falling.

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9 thoughts on “Skyfall

  1. What a beautiful piece. It has an eerie reminiscence with the midnight dark imagery. The longing aspect is moving with the tone of the poem, quite evocative especially when we are missing or grieving someone and their presence.

    “come home again
    from the sea and the salted air to the trees
    on the hills alive with green and the stars
    falling like wayward wishes.”

    These lines are gold in imagery and figurative language. It’s absolutely amazing. As well, the final two lines are beautiful. I love the imagery of a falling midnight sky; it’s wild to think about, it makes me ruminate about a chaos of colors, days passing but time has no limits here. There is a wait, there is that longing but it feels like you’re standing still while waiting.

    Quite a beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing it. It’s a wonderful take on the prompt.

  2. A delightful love poem, Ron, how could a girl resist, and I love the Chicken Little reference (known as Chicken Licken’ over here), which makes the poem kind of cute but with a melancholy undertone, if you get my drift. I love the thought of being ‘out there somewhere, / staring up at the same stars in another / kind of sky.’ And I love the simile with those alliterative wayward wishes.

  3. The whimsy, I think heightens the underlying yearning. It’s something we do, make jokes about a situation to make it seem less important, more bearable, but the longing is there and the midnight sky is still falling.

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