NaPoWriMo 2017 has suggested the following prompt for today:
“Write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something.”
So, here goes . . .
in the knowing
Oblivion was pleasant, naive – and now –
only disquiet. Somewhere, a streetlight
burns out – and a fawn calls out for its mother.
Outside, it is raining; storms don’t exist
until they are named. In the knowing
and shadows, seen and unseen,
Anubis raises his hackles.
It is the time between: imagination toying,
skillfully coy paramour
of the man with the vanishing rabbit.
Delight in his secrets. Children always want
more – until blackened, the stage becomes
more than just a stage.
© 2017 Lisa Mulrooney