out of reach.

A wish, these solitudes in dark wept, midnight

               exits in a dream, torturing you; emerges

     in oceans, as if the face of the sea-light

               is in a trance of wander, a dark mind urges

      this end of game; the half-lit stretch devours death

quietly in hyacinth winter as we left;

               a rock rises along the carved windfall, disowned

by the Gods—where we lay out of reach alone.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

Written for MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge #2.

A Rispetto is a specific rhyming Italian poetic form that has eight lines with eleven syllables throughout each line.

Word for prompt: Game.

Categories: Prose

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5 replies

  1. Awestruck Lucy. This is magnificent. I love it. I especially love the phrase “hyacinth winter.” Beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Absolutely fantastic! Thanks so much for participating!

    Liked by 1 person

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