Epoque of ages turns its pages to epilogue. You pack your
Car. I sit in your now-empty room, watch as
Light hits the dust motes through the blinds.
Inlays of colander crescents hit the
Pavement outside as bird calls chorus and crescendo, then: the
Suspended stratospheric silence when totality nears.
Eternal turns ephemeral: the crunch of gravel under tires as you reverse down the driveway, my shadowed fingers wave
About the Creator
Kate Kastelberg
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
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Comments (4)
The light feels alive in this poem! I'm fascinated how it is interacting with the world like a character on its own. I especially liked, "my shadowed fingers wave." Impressive!
Sad and beautiful. I took this to be a child leaving home? I loved your word choices throughout for their imagery and technicality 🤗
This was beautiful, but I struggled with believing it, cause who doesn't pause for an eclipse! Which is kind of the point...
Oh, achingly beautiful!