Glopowrimo
Prompt 3 Blindness
(Sorry to do in wrong order. Trying to catch up.)
Suddenly she lost her sight at five
Her world turned to pitch black overnight
From God's vivid palette of colours bright
She was denied.
Forever black with no Greys or white.
The little girl was far too small to think
To ponder her loss, she could only wink and blink
Back tears of silent muted fright
Her inner landscape populated with
Silvery ghosts of light.
Every once in a while through fogs
Of Sepia dream
Muted colours in horror screamed
Bleeding a story of blue vivid skies
A golden sun and moon, a chorus of stars
Who knows who cares
If she thought they were wanton lies
And not the memories of bygone days
And not the trailer of promises unkept
Then came a sad day
Then came a safe day
When finally she forgot
And quiet and childlike
Accepted her lot.
The Gods cried then
Silvery star lit dew
Their own eyes blinded
By the ethereal hue
Fate is a fantastic fount
Of faith
The girl grew up and grew wings
Of wonder and flew out through
The gates
Of the dark walled garden into
A pool of light
Knowledge, hard work, courage
Made her persevere
Till through sightless eyes
She could see all right.
(c) Amrita Valan 2018
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