Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #493

Relentlessly
by Belinda Roddie

Relentlessly, I pushed my sore body
against the winds and icy whips of snow
that lashed like serpents' hot tongues against me.
My city was dark, as there had been no
electricity running on the grid
since Tuesday. All I wanted was to get
home to my wife and children. As I slid
around on ice, I made with God a bet
that if He spared me, I'd return to church
at least once (I just couldn't guarantee
a regular recurrence). Each bone hurt
in my body, and through the agony,
I saw shadows ling'ring along my porch.
My wife caught me as I fell near her torch.



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Today's OneWord: Madman

Here we have the madman, standing at the podium. He screams threats and obscenities, and the meager audience cheers. They wear red hats and stamp their feet and gesture to the wind, taunting the spirits and daring them to change the course of time, to change the course of history, which never, ever ends. The madman is strutting. He's grinning at his prize. In perhaps a year, the world will change - the colors will all dim.
Read more

Today's OneWord: Statues

Why were the statues going white, and why was the rain cascading in sheets? I tried to find solace by the window, but the world outside had become nothing but glass. Blankets of water blurred the semblance of life that I stretched my mind to detect. Near me, my lover was asleep on the divan with wine pooling across her lap. Her curls lay in wet swaths around the warm nape of her neck. The statues would crumble in due time. The deluge was impending. We both would drown.
Read more

Today's OneWord: Conflict

I thought I had been properly trained for this. I thought that all the years I spent as a conflict mediator would pay off. I thought I had the experience and mental capacity to handle this particular quarrel. I was wrong. Very, very wrong. I knew I was wrong as soon as I entered the room. The people facing off: Two older women, both with very gray hair. Both short, frumpy, wearing pinks and purples. And they were wielding switchblades.
Read more