30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 19: MORN
Day 19: Morn This little odd word was found on pg 108 from Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory. Initially I thought it meant mourn, but discovered it had a very reverse meaning for me. At first I could only think of this haiku, but happily it lead to a longer piece. Morning Flower New hours unfurl Fragrant birdsong around me Day and Soul rebirth Morning Routine At the beginning of the day I cannot weep not with golden light spilling through curtains The freshness of the air can only be so by moonpowered filters the night before It is the sweetest of smells Vague memories of pain inner turmoil the night before are rocked and sung to by the lulluby of birdsong their sharp corners soften The night before has come and gone and here I am present in the Morn