Another week, another fantasy poem! This is another one from the collection that I’ve been writing, which this time focuses on sunrise and a rather nice ritual-esque occurrence that happens within this setting, so I hope that you enjoy it!
Welcoming Dawn
The children gather on the wall at dawn,
having slipped from beds, rags and silk,
to tip-toe past the sleeping cats,
whispering to each other, as they join the ranks,
of butlers skirted and nannies confounded,
so that they may come to the wall.
N—- and H—–‘s young skip from outside,
taking well-worn routes in rock to climb–
the gated passageways are sleepily guarded
by suits of armour wishing for bed,
stamping their boots against the cold
of G——- before the sun’s debut.
The Spiritside scamps are last of all,
trudging across the L—— Bridge,
a great detour from their clustered streets–
for there is only need for one bridge in all of G——-, yes indeed, just one,
but, as clockwork, they arrive and scramble.
Upwards, upwards, all of the young rise
until they startle the roosting pigeons
atop the crumbling stone guarding their city,
swinging their legs away – always away
from their home, looking out to a horizon
blotted by a thickness of dark trees–
But see, how they turn golden!
How they burn with the dawn,
how the road between them is revealed,
pale and broad and extending eternally,
and hear the children cheer and giggle–
and hear the stamp of boots on the stairs.
Scatter.
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Oskar Leonard 