The light is gone – for Jane Dougherty

Jane has asked us to write a trillonet. She likes to keep us on our toes! The trillonet has to start with the words “The light is gone”. I’ve written her two. Let’s see which she likes best…

One

The light is gone, it’s left me sitting here,

Alone, in darkness, waiting for a sign,

To say the sun will rise again for me.

The warmth is gone, the last few rags of cheer,

I pulled around me, thinking they were mine,

But like the evening clouds, they’ve floated free.

The glow is gone: the world is grey and drear;

The colours faded, bleached as if by time;

There’s nothing lovely here that I can see.

You took my light, my warmth, my glow away,

Leaving me yearning for the coming day.

Two

The light is gone, we’re making our way home,

Wrapping ourselves together, seeking out

The warming comfort of each other’s skin.

Around us, leaves are scattered and are blown,

The evening wind is throwing them about;

We tread them underfoot, we feel them cling,

But we don’t care, the wind can howl and moan,

The fire is lit, the supper’s been laid out, 

The door is open wide to let us in.

And we’ll sink into friendly light and heat,

Warm our cold hands and soothe our tired feet.

I think the second one is a little bit hobbit-y…