Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #499
Before I Fell by Belinda Roddie Before I fell from Heaven, my eyes caught a glimpse of a fair maiden on a cloud; her hair was inky black, her face was taut from trauma, and her lips curled up like proud waves on the sea. And as I tumbled down, I thought I heard her sing, though I could not comprehend the words. Torn from my own crown and lyre, I felt my face all boiling hot as my head clung to the strange, warbling tune: Had she been singing a lullaby, or an elegy for damnéd sun and moon, or for the angel with both sad wings torn? I would never know, for, in Gaia's sweet embrace, I listened to my own heartbeat.
