Kerry hosts Skyflower Friday over at the Garden. Why not visit and submit a poem of your own?
Today I am asking you to write a poem about a monster or monsters, be they real or imagined, mythical or made up, symbolic, surreal, abstract, nightmare or waking reality. You get the idea, I am sure.
I leave you with the famous words spoken by Iago in Othello:
“O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meet it feeds on,”
sun pulled itself up over the horizon
all sweat, grimace and one eye closed.
it witnessed the last iceberg melt.
sun could do nothing but burn,
embarrassed by the ease of it.
rays of no hope blighted Earth,
naked and vulnerable beneath
that veil of carbon’s breath.
the monster recoiled, roared.
not in defiance but dismay.
species had perished in warning.
none left now to sing.
at the last the monster,
myriad races, hellbent
on ignoring the truth
realised the oneness of it all
and paid the collective penny
to the ferryman.