John La Farge, “The Dawn,” 1899, Fogg Art Museum, Harvard University, Public Domain, Wikipedia
From the sea, in golden robes, from dark night, dawn is waking
Rubbing sleep from rosy cheek, from moonlight, dawn is waking.
Robin sings a morning trill, acolyte, as light is breaking
Cats yawn and stretch, then bathe, with bird in sight, as dawn is waking
Tides flow and ebb, leave crabs and water sprite, along the beaches
Gulls swoop to capture them, in raucous flight, as dawn is waking
And the woman and the man, what of them when light first rises
Seeking warmth, seeking love, embracing tight, when dawn is waking?
Smiths of words, with pen in hand, come to light, in morning’s quiet
Waiting for inspiration, for love, write, as dawn is waking.
Jane gave us quite a challenge this week in her poetry challenge. This is my first attempt at a ghazal. You can read how to write one here. Or more here.
The prompt was the painting above, “The Dawn,” by John La Farge.