A solitary golden star sinks more deeply
into agoraphobic blue
Shining upon emerald lawn nurtured by
a godling’s tears of dew
The once festively set picnic table bereft
of all but plastic knives
Scent of fresh-cut melon and silver sparklers
vanished with bygone lives
Static confetti fills a public square hosting
a weirdly inverse site:
Lucia’s children with mouths sewn shut as
enemies flaunt their might
Lines of peacekeepers tread carefully o’er
a candy bridge aglow
Oblivious to silver slashes and blue flashes
and ghastly crimson flow
Eros’ once-bright flames are snuffed, Nyx’s
stellar lamps gone dim
Ianthe picks sacred violets as frost-haired man
recites a subtle hymn.
Oh, this can’t be!
Cindy is a published poet who writes an average of one poem per day. She's also written five novel-length stories, is working on two others, and hopes to be an author very soon. Cindy resides in the Desert Southwest of USA with D, her husband since 1993.