Sunrises

Our first sunrise –
I was bubble-headed,
party-dressed –

and London was
a Camelot
of spires and towers
brightening
catching flame

midsummer sunrise
coming suddenly
catching us unawares

then, those weary sunrises,
early mornings,
lark-child singing,
rust-red sun
creeping slowly over
the city rooftops
day begun too early
child heavy in my arms

and now

fearful of time

I slip from our warm bed
as if I have
an assignation
with the cold-fingered
winter sun
who offers me
a pearling sky.

Oh, look who’s hosting at dVerse tonight – it’s me! Get over there and write some poetry.

14 thoughts on “Sunrises

  1. Sarah, this poem is so beautifully visual! I love the image of London as:
    ‘a Camelot
    of spires and towers
    brightening
    catching flame’
    and the expertly-handled shift to sunrises and a rust-red sun.
    The final stanza is stunning.

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    • Thank you so much. Even though I wrote the prompt, I really struggled to find a poem to write for it until I was out for a sunrise run the other morning and reminisced about the days when I approached sunrise from the other side!

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