I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week.

Day 10 has arrived: let’s end the course with a bang. Sonnets, chiasmus, the future — en garde!” I skipped out on both the sonnet and chiasmus, but I finally came up with something for “future.”

 

The sun shines on a new world,
barren, desolate, deserted.
All who once worshipped her once have now fled,
flown across the galaxies in search of a new refuge.
But still she burns, too brightly now,
killing the few remaining lives
she has spent millennia nourishing.