Evening – (The Cancer Ballads IV)

Daniel McDonagh

Monday’s evening sky has the colour

of fire but with no heat if I where

to raise my hand to touch a

folding flame that dances in the soft wind.

 

The moon lays a lasting smile on

the head of the Campsie mountains

that glows like silver in our eyes,

reflecting the stars idling in the sky.

 

Nightfall rests its palm of darkness

over the horizon of my vision,

as shadows sleep in silence and

will hide with the arrival of morning.

 

As I stand before a canvas of a

black sheet, mother sleeps next door in her

room, as she rises early tomorrow

for her 2nd treatment of chemo.

  • Author: Daniel McDonagh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2024 13:11
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  • sorenbarrett

    Such beautiful images set off against a sad and horrific ending. The contrast gives the poem power beyond the expected.



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