Hey everyone this is Kunjal. I bring to you all an etheree which is a form of poem. This poem follows syllable count of 1,2,3… to 10 as the verses go on.
This has been penned in response to a prompt hosted by David. Please check it out here.
The prompt word was ‘fragment’.
In the hum
Ing hour- dark night.
In a daring light.
Hope-a gentle drawl comes,
Alights before drifting eyes,
Battle fought-sword risen to fight,
End studded with red- of enemies
Of life- it fragments with nearing daylight.
There comes an end to those dreamy wins and fights.. in the scorching sunshine.