Hope slung in morbid heaviness upon time’s shoulders,
the substance of the future, queer, unrecognised,
so mind could pack within the trunk of possibilities;
that reason, like an elephant could carry light.

Fireflies as thoughts did gather round flame ribbons,
as luggage sat upon the porch of distant past,
and moon, transformed from sliver to full crescent;
signalled change in cascade incandescent.

The goddess gathered up long lines of all maternal,
mother, grandmother and all who went before,
their voices thrumming through the heart of daughter;
child-like she wrestled, drawn to be the fool.

Smell of dampened lawn in green, wild depressing,
odours redolent and herbal, oranges, persimmon,
did crown the hollow hours like floral, rich patchouli;
hanging, dangling, taunting on the marriage hem.

Formidable the mothers cried in ancient unison,
the rhyme of reason typing history’s words,
to weave intent,  a rope which tied her to them;
so did she jump and skip as rain washed hurts.


slung, heaviness, substance – Misky
elephant, trunk, queer – Robyn
fireflies, ribbons, porch – Annell
sliver, full, crescent – Yousei
cascade, grandmother, incandescent – Irene
thrumming, child-like, fool – Elizabeth
green, smell, tinkling – Marian
patchouli, wild, herbal – Debi
persimmon, crown, hem – Nicole
formidable, typing, rhyme – Jules
rope, rain, jump – Hannah

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Hope

  1. kaykuala says:

    Amazingly done rosross! You utilized all the 33 words at one go!Beautiful write!


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