Soft, stilldark early morning
birds’ small, individual rounds
chirping, tweeting, calling
create a wall of nature-sound
The trams surging up Schaffhauserstrasse
juddering scrape, metal wheels on rails
a sibilant symphony: electric power
near-majestic, benign strength prevails
Church bells bong quarterly
soundwaves hanging in the air
on the hour a vortex: echo-vibration, stereolocation
you almost see it shimmering there
The planes: further away, their churn
high-up, unmistakable
as toward tarmac or clouds they kern
ripping the sky, rippling by
My baby lets out a cry: 5am
down the hall in his room
he snuffles, goes quiet again
I don’t get up… but soon
Traffic noise, a distant soundtrack
underpins cities like cement
no one drives up our street yet
Still: the neverending improvement
The soft crunch of my duvet
as I stretch my legs in the warm bed
can’t sleep now should I choose it
I think about Sydney instead
I’m doing National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo) – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge was to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.
Amazing write! I loved how at moments, reading it felt very natural, normal and mundane, but you would lead me with your words into a state of translucent lucidity. I really loved these parts :”a sibilant symphony: electric power
near-majestic, benign strength prevails” and “Church bells bong quarterly
soundwaves hanging in the air
on the hour a vortex: echo-vibration, stereolocation
you almost see it shimmering there”
Thank-you! That’s really what it sounds like… it’s incredible.
Oooh, the crinkle of the duvet! Love morning sounds. 🙂
Your poem painted such a nice picture of a typical city morning to me, teetering on mundane and then your last line added that little twist wonderfully.