In the hush of the canteen
surrounded by rarely seen fir trees
along the concrete path to the university
with hot coffee in my cold hands
I make my way towards the fog
and early morning classes.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In the hush of the canteen
surrounded by rarely seen fir trees
along the concrete path to the university
with hot coffee in my cold hands
I make my way towards the fog
and early morning classes.
I enjoyed this prompt and the words – always one or two tough ones to fit in! I like the shortness of your poem- the idea of heading to class in the fog – a metaphor perhaps for the journey of life through education and ‘what’s next’! I wonder if this could also work for your second line – instead of ‘rarely seen fir trees’, could it be an echo of fir trees… the idea that we feel like they are all that is left – like an echo? Just a thought – I liked the simplicity of your poem…
thank you for taking time to read this poem and commenting on it!
while ‘echo of fir trees’ does sound more poetic, I used ‘rarely’ to imply the lack of comfort in such times- when nothing is clear since for me nature has always been a source of comfort.
thanks again ^^
No worries – I like your idea!!! 🙂