Once stars shimmered brighter in the night,
and you left your handprint, a symbol on the wall,
the red ochre now faded, but it was a brilliant sight
once. Stars shimmered brighter in the night
then. I wish I could see that light–
trace it–like your mark where you stood tall
once. Stars shimmered in the night,
and you left. Your handprint, a symbol on the wall.
The prompt for Day 12 of NaPoWriMois to write a triolet. I haven’t written one of these in a while, and it seems harder than I remember.