It All Goes Dark
An In Eclipse Acrostic Challenge Poem
By Rachel DeemingPublished 27 days ago • 1 min read
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"Eventually, it all goes dark;
Chaos comes and takes the spark,
Light is shadowed, nimbus shown,"
I intone words to mute the blow.
Prepare the ground before I go.
She is staring at the sun.
Eyes averted, believing she's won.
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Rachel Deeming
Mum, blogger, crafter, reviewer, writer, traveller: I love to write and I am not limited by form. Here, you will find stories, articles, opinion pieces, poems, all of which reflect me: who I am, what I love, what I feel, how I view things.
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Comments (10)
Nicely ranging among apocalyptic, personal surrender & anticipation of victory (which may or may not be hers).
This is great. "Intone words to mute the blow." Love that line.
This is great because it's so easy to link the light/dark imagery with a relationship, and "Chaos comes and takes the spark," is a good way of describing what it can feel like to be thrown out of place, and lose your footing in something so familiar.
Beautifully cool execution but with a possible…sad-edged tone.. ☺️ I must have a go at these shortly. I like acrostics and came up with a few too many for last acrostic challenge just didn’t post all of these. 😅
Well-wrought! Chaos, however, if I may be so bold to say, is the beginning, and not the end! It is the spark from which order arranges, for creation is love and love creation, and love never estranges! *bows* Stand strong, noble creator!
Oooo, so did she win? Loved your Acrostic!
Oiiii❤️❤️❤️. Amazingly beautiful.
Oooh! I like this one even more! Loved the rhythm and rhyme. The pace of it reminds me of Claudius in Hamlet when he’s confessing the sin of murder in his prayer - My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
intoning words to mute the blow. Wow: I have lived this.
Wow, this is impressive. Excellent use of layers on layers!