Prompt Ten

New Year’s Day, 2021

Still sequestered
no hope on the horizon –
like living in the Yukon
in the deep of winter

night bleeds into days
and days
and days

two
hundred
and
seventy
five
days

of zooming into other
people’s homes –
virtual embraces

outside –
the half-masked smiles
of strangers

sanity, barely threading
its way through our minds
barely hanging on
barely breathing

but

July promises possibilities,
a summer festival –
a veritable feast for those
hungry for contact

forage on from the
summer solstice
of the Yukon’s
midnight sun –
banish darkness
to the outer realms

touch hope
again, and again
and again
to be sure
it’s real

‘Should old acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind…’

(Cristy Watson, 2021)

14 thoughts on “Prompt Ten

  1. Beautiful and poignant poem Cristy! I loved the repetition of the idea of New Year’s at the beginning and end…almost like an endless loop…it added to that feeling for me anyways of being trapped in this COVID loop. From alliteration, to simile and to metaphor, you involve it all in this beautiful poem. You have a wonderful way with words.

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