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Under the Might (A Poem in Response to Annart's Description Challenge)

Rinita is a creative writer, with focus on poetry. She delves into several forms including Haiku/Senryu, Sonnets, Free Verse, and Prose.

Background

Fellow hubber Ann Carr (annart) posted an informative hub on choosing vocabulary in an effective way. At the end of her hub, she posted a challenge for other hubbers to describe any of the three pictures that she included, and weave it into a poem or a story. I chose the picture of "cloisters", and my poem follows.

The Poem

I cried out aloud

But no one would hear

No distant echo

No footsteps were near


I stole into the light

Under pillar number seven

This is where he’d wait

Unless barred by heaven


Desperate though I was to meet

I still had time to feel awed

At the marvel of the cloisters

Starting at the west end of the quad


The silence began to scream

As I gazed up at the half domes

Cris-crossing each other

A pattern from a dreamer’s poems


My feet started to give in

Yet I could not feel the pain

I could only feel dwarfed

By the architectural terrain


After what it felt like eons

Of waiting under the might

The ninth pillar from the east end

Bore a tragic sight


I strolled on to get nearer

My footsteps made no sound

Right beyond the carved pillar

A crowd gathered around


I felt myself turn to ice

As I watched the sight in terror

A girl lay, in a pool of blood

On her face, the look of horror


The white marble of the cloisters

Built by a skillful artisan

Centuries ago with foreign tools

Turned into shades of crimson


Voices faded, faces blurred

I stood alone beside her

They uncovered her pale face

I saw myself as in a mirror


They took her away to the grave

I returned to my seventh pillar

Without a wait, I became a mist

And set forth to find my killer


© 2018 Rinita Sen

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