When the sky opened
the small being that fell through
was definitely not an angel;
said: ‘I am not one of those
great winged fellows of light,
though I have my own light
and I float, as on wings.’
Alighting gracefully, feet first,
appeared humanoid, more or less.
‘Are you fairy?’ I asked. ‘No.’
‘Meadows of bliss,’ I said,
live in the clouds. I see them.’
‘Rivers of light,’ he replied,
‘inhabit the ocean. Do you
see them too?’ ‘Of course.’
I was eight at the time.
I could still see everything.
I had not forgotten, not
blurred the extra world.
You ask me, ‘What happened
next?’ You want completion.
There is none. People fall
out of the clouds. The sky
opens, closes over, re-opens....
That is the way of it.
30 Poems in 30 days, 2010: 13
Prompt: A poem in which something is opened or closed.
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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