Part 2 of 100 Poems in 2018 Challenge by Airplane Poetry.
Prompt: Without warning, you lose your eyesight. Write a poem about your reaction in the immediate aftermath.
The pulses of the weightless needle on the ticking clock.
Heavy curtains caressing the window.
My rhythmic heart and oscillating breath.
A bird, whistling.
They rang out in the silent room.
When I go out and about, full of doubt,
In the school ground, in the play ground, when I’m home bound
To the sound in the background,
Before I take a step.
I’ll come around.
Now that I was robbed of light,
I was gifted sound.