Onomatopoeia

In this week's zoom poetry workshop we looked at onomatopoeia.  Sara-Jane introduced us to three poems and after each one we were set a task. 

After the 2nd poem: The Field Mouse, we were set the following task: Write a poem that begins by naming a season or a month and tells the story of something that happened during that time. It could be a personal childhood or adult memory, or a local or global event or a mixture of personal and global.

This is what came to my mind.

Isolation

Winter days, silent as though night.
Late risen light through icy clouds,
shadowy outlines of stark, leafless trees.
Dull hours descending into gloom
before dusk’s grimy hand clutches
the day’s end and forces the night.

Sad days, the cheerless light
penetrating the mind already anguished.
Forlorn, the insinuating whispers
overwhelm the mind with negativity.
Snide words, disparaging talk
crushing and chilling the soul.

Late winter, when silent streaks of light
splinter the darkness with slender fingers
of luminosity, breaking the desolation.
Small glimpses of the Spring to come.
Snowdrops glistening in the frosty dawn
and hopeful thoughts assail the mind.

Thank you for joining me today.
Bernice