Every month, one member of my critique group poses a challenge for us to respond to. I love how these challenges push me, and am always astonished at where some of these poems lead. This month, Linda challenged us to write an aubade, “a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.”
As I said, these challenges always lead in unexpected directions. I struggled to come up with a way into this poem. Then, while I was walking one morning, the phrase “brittle blue sky” came into my mind and became the key to this draft.
This painting, which I found through Google Arts & Culture, also helped this draft come together:
How long has it been
since we last went to the lake?
Twenty years? More?
It feels like yesterday
when we woke to the cry of loons,
whispers of the water kissing the rocky beach,
patches of light filtering through wispy pines
The sky brightens,
and my dream dissolves
into a patchwork of green and gold pixels.
The lake recedes into memory,
scattered among my worries
Outside, jays squawk and squabble,
and the maple is a shock of scarlet
Against a brittle blue sky.
Draft © Catherine Flynn, 2020
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