What is this twilight, this world of shadow?
It’s neither day nor night, this crumbling ledge.
In our innocence, we named it limbo,
and think we know it well, this fiery edge
of hell, where even demons’ pinions fledge.
Yet the painful glow of eternity
is tempting when compared with the empty
uncertainty – even hellfire can stave –
although it may be inadvertently
a spiritual void beyond the grave.
Kim M. Russell, 1st August 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: More Dizain
Frank is our host this week and he reminds us that we are currently focusing on the dizain, a poem of ten lines with ten syllables per line and a rhyme pattern ababbccdcd
I chose to rework a poem called ‘Ghost of a Chance’, which I wrote in April for NaPoWriMo.