APRIL 24 — Here is my poem #24 for National Poetry Writing Month. This poem departs from today’s prompt on ReadWritePoem.
DECLINE AND FALL
This morning I mowed the lawn, sliced dandelion heads
golden as an archipelago sunset
while the Greek realm fell.
For lunch I rinsed handfuls of grapes,
ate them with a glass of sparkling water
while cities like Athens fell even farther.
Later I re-read “The War Horse” by Eavan Boland,
admired its couplets, its heroic rhymes
while Greece the nation fell into decline.
Tonight my daughter got dressed for the prom,
a temple goddess, hair coiled and loose,
while Hellas came close, closer, to ruin.
Before logging out I do one last image search
for the Great Wall of clusters and superclusters,
for Orion, for the Cygnus constellation.
Still, ceaselessly, civilization falls.
by Therese L. Broderick