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.