Think about messengers, and even use the story of Iris and Arke if you want. How do you think those sisters were feeling? What really made Arke leave? What was the message?
Poetic Form: Nonet
Arke's Bow
We speak in colours arching skyward
and I can feel over shadowed
when my sister speaks in bow--
the language of our kind.
No matter how loud
I try to speak,
I'm muted--
colours,
blur.
cheriedurbin from MorgueFile |
What a fabulous take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I have fun with this one. I'm a Greek mythology nerd to the core. :-)
DeleteNicely done, the personification of Arke works well!
ReplyDeleteEverything about this works. I love how the picture matches the feel of the poem. My favorite line is No matter how loud I try to speak, I'm muted."
ReplyDeleteIt's a true line, and one of divine brilliance when I wrote it. :-) I have a thing for rainbows too!
DeleteBeautiful. "We speak in colours arching skyward" Thank you. xoA
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