The sky seems more blue, From the bowels of earth
In shades unfathomable, to a world sealed in the night
A fidget enthralled, I’m moved standing still
By this bond twixt light and dark, A phoenix newly rising
In timelessness of twilight, The iron horse travels onward
Over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Dreaming with Stacie provided a mini lesson on Poetry, Writing & Metaphor and invites to write a poem based on a specific metaphor.
Many of my subway travels involve elevated trains (el trains as we like to say), where my train may start at a station below ground, but ends at a station on an elevated platform above the streets. There is a marked difference in the dark of the tunnels and the dark of night. Even when riding during witching hours, when the train emerges from the tunnel it can feel like a phoenix rising from the ashes, especially in the heat of summer. The duality of the Super Tanka seemed the best form to tell the tale of transition.