not just the prelude to the death of April,
but the final word, the last amen?
Is a fresh sheet of paper for another poem,
a breezy tune for a new song,
the first breath
of the first day of the rest of your life,
to do with what you want.
I’ll just sit a while,
thankful for the sunshine and May blossom
blowing in the wind.
I’ve got my answer.
Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2020
On Thursday, April 30, 2015, we found ourselves at the end of yet another National Poetry Month – and here we are again with Izy’s final challenge. She introduced it with ‘A BANG…A WHIMPER….A SYLLABANT HISS’ and the words:
“A few minutes from now, you will lose all means of communication with humanity. You will not die but will no longer be able to interact with the world. What’s the last thing you say?”
I’m merging this prompt with Kerry’s Skylover Wordlist, sourced from Dylan Thomas’s poetry collection Deaths and Entrances, from which the thirtieth word is ‘death’.