#NationalPoetryMonth Day 27: Blind to the Bridge

My poem for Day 27 of National Poetry Month.

 

Blind to the Bridge

 

Bask in the dawn

in her warm, bountiful kiss,

as the sirens ever beckon you

Come blind to the bridge

where you fall

 

Savour the splendid beauty

of the sky and the season’s stars,

hear their enticing song

Step blind to the bridge

where you fall

 

Glory in the harvest

in the last days of summer

You cannot drown the voices

Stumble blind to the bridge

where you fall

 

Feel the embittered cold

deep down into your bones

Heed the sirens’ last call

Crawl blind to the bridge

where you fall

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