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This Serene Evening



As dusk scribbles violet trails in the sky,
the beam of lights increase, widening and illuminating
this serene evening.

Seeping ghouls have been banished from the scene,
and as yesteryear’s polluted pool descends into the well of memory,
I breathe clean tranquillity.

Inhaling the soft heat of ascending peace,
I kick aside the pale desire that it had swept in
earlier in my day.

Grateful for each painful lesson in humility,
I deny access to niggly regret and obsolete pity
as withered dregs of sorrow ebb away.


I struggled with this. I wrote it for The Daily Post’s Word Prompt – before I realised that “Serene” was today’s word for the Photo Prompt. Oh well…

…Oh Well: the best thing Fleetwoood Mac ever recorded – which has no connection with my post, but… oh well…

©Jane Paterson Basil


Peace: remix

I searched for peace inside a hollow wall,
where laughing echoes twisted into cries
of agony and fear which wrung my soul —
they flung me down and stole my will to rise.

With shaking hand I wrote my name in blood
extracted from this pulsing heart of mine,
then slowly scribed my story on the wall
and as I wrote, the words turned into rhyme.

My messages on concrete changed to wine
which sweetened with each kindly, warm reply —
each friendly sentence penned in dappled hues,
that blotted out the dank of times gone by.

As moon will fade and sun will take its place,
you led me out of dark and showed me light,
you gave me strength and eased the searing ache,
and now, when demons rise, I stand and fight.

The original version of this poem was in blank verse; I posted it a few hours ago. They’re both written in iambic pentameter, but this one has a formal end-rhyme to it. It’s meant to be an improvement, but I’m not sure how well it works, so instead of editing my original poem, I decided to post this separately. I’d be grateful to know which you prefer. You can find the original HERE.

©Jane Paterson Basil