The following poem is being reposted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday series. “The Waiting” was originally published on February 17th, 2022 using prompts from The Sunday Whirl‘s weekly Wordle challenge and Fandango’s own One Word Challenge. The version I am posting today has been reworked because I found some of the writing cumbersome and believe the changes work better for the peice. It has also been edited for some embarrassing spelling and grammatical errors that appeared in the original.
The Waiting
The tick of the clock
slams like a hammer
against Arianne’s eardrum.
Her eyes growing heavy
as the itinerant sun slips
towards the western horizon.
Endless red, orange and yellow
spills from the heavens,
onto the blue canvas sky
Great billowing cloud herds
transiting the azure ocean are
set ablaze against a fiery sunset.
Arianne sits by the open window,
hypnotized by the meadow sages
bending in the evening breeze.
Luminescent fireflies dancing free
leave trails of ghostly strings to fade
amongst the old grey stones.
Whilst wisps of fairy dust swirl
in the magical air, like lacy strands
gilding her already flaxen hair.
She knows not who the traveller is,
only that the journey ends
at the old weathered gate.
How much longer must
she remain here before
her limit has been reached.
For as long as she has a heartbeat
she has sworn to help
her weary guest reach the finish.
I hope you have enjoyed this walk down memory lane.
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