They say that we worshipped the sun once –
bared our skin and lay for hours, motionless
except to turn and baste, baste, baste
like hog-roasts rotating on spits,
English rose complexions transformed to copper.
They say that we feared the winter then –
covered our bodies in chemically engineered layers,
refusing to let the crisp air penetrate,
wishing the dark days away,
as if time was ours to discard
with no consequences.
They say all this.
The world must have been different then.
‘Snow can lift my heart in a way that sunshine never could.‘
I have waited, and you have come
This week, on dVerse Poetics, Mary asks us to write poetry inspired by quotations – or by a photo, or by a headline in a newspaper, or, or, or… let’s get inspired!
I have used a quotation from one of my favourite dystopian novels, ‘I have waited, and you have come’ by Martine McDonagh. I highly recommend it! My poem is set in a future where the sun is to be feared, not welcomed…
Please pop over to dVerse to see how others have risen to the challenge!