The Last Poem . . . of 2011
And because I'm "honest to a fault," I'll admit the bulk of it was written in 2012. =P (Ah, backdating . . .)
This poem would have been done much earlier, had I not insisted on having the prompts my way this time around--and I had some very definite ideas.
The main image in the question immediately made me think of mountains--and what sealed the deal was a trip back to my Favourite Place on Planet Earth, whether there is a small hill with all the gravitas of Everest. My poem, I promised, would be about Corregidor.
It just took longer to write than I had dared to think . . . but at least it comes with pictures!!!
As happy as I am to have finished my poem for December 2011, I feel sad that it doesn't capture everything I feel about Corregidor--and everything Corregidor would mean even if I had never been there to feel it.Magnificent it is, though not a mountain
And once a man-made second womb for night
Where blood and tears were flowing like a fountain
From weeping wounds of war and dynamiteHere hundreds lay awake against its darkness
Sleep as much a distant dream as stars
Shrouded by its silence and its starkness
Beneath a limestone blanket stitched with scarsSo strange to walk here as one of the living
A ghost in someone else's early grave
To rise like the sun that goes on giving
And blesses all who come out of this cave
If you ever get the chance to visit the Philippines, please do take a day or two to explore Corregidor Island.