The bridge, or: The voice

A ‘Bridges’ poem

Before me, one way to go; stone spread, long and straight.
There, I uncertain linger, hand upon steel gate;
An eerie scene.
Fir trees dull grey, reflections black, pale bridge ghost white;
Feel nary weak breeze waft... chest- straining, tight...
'Tis too serene.
Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss;
Turn back, murmurs faint voice, 'tis not your time to cross,
The gateway's sealed.
Clarity sweeps through me, under hushed, cloudless sky;
Feet turn, lungs exhale, dark allayed as I-
Feel despair yield.

#TankaTuesday

For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen Chesebro invited Lisa Fox to share an image for her monthly ekphrastic syllabic poetry prompt, and Lisa shared this photo from the Felt Mansion (western Michigan), which she took in 2020:

ยฉ Lisa Fox, Felt Mansion

“The Bridges”?

  • Syllabic: 12/12/4/12/10/4;
  • Stanzaic: any number of sestets (6 line stanzas);
  • Rhymed: aabccb, ddeffe, etc.;
  • Metric: iambic hexameter, iambic pentameter, iambic dimeter.

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Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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25 thoughts on “The bridge, or: The voice”

  1. Excellent description of the scene and really like how you used the feelings evoked from it. Nice one, David. Very fun to see how others look at it. (In color itโ€™s beautiful, I promise!)

  2. I loved these lines

    Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss;
    Turn back, murmurs faint voice, ’tis not your time to cross,
    The gateway’s sealed.

  3. What a dream, crystal clear and lucid
    God am I happy that
    ๐ŸชถFeet turn, lungs exhale, dark allayed as I- Feel despair yield.๐Ÿชถ
    The form, for me so complicated to follow
    Strict, demanding and possessive, yet
    Here you made something beautiful

  4. The image of the bridge is used perfectly in your poem – a metaphor for the divide between life and death. So many with depression test that gate daily…

  5. I love this so much! โ€œSomewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss;
    Turn back, murmurs faint voice, โ€™tis not your time to cross, The gatewayโ€™s sealedโ€ฆโ€ What a fabulous image this creates for me. ๐Ÿ’œ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป

  6. Beautiful David! Haunting even! ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธ These lines in particular stood out to me:
    “‘Twas too serene. Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hinted at love and loss;

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