NaPoWriMo 7 – tritina

The River at Evening

This river changes every time I pass
The surface of the river takes the light,
The moon dictates its rising and its fall.

A cloud of birds rise up before they fall
I stand here on the bridge to watch them pass
A single form that’s caught against the light.

Hurrying homewards in the failing light,
They coil and curve, they turn and twist and fall –
Beneath them, all the people move and pass.

And in the fall of light, I pass the river.

This is a very formal structure, and I really struggled with it. I find the subject prompts much easier to work with. Anyhow, I’ve scratched this out somehow, and even though I’m not entirely happy with it I’m going to press “publish” just so I can stop worrying away at it.

Phew.

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