Paper Poetry ekphrastic prompt

Hopes Take Flight

from art in a garden

Three hopes ascend, winged pink pigs against gray skies, in ever larger size.

The largest seems to be cliche, for often hope looks trite ‘gainst sombre truths.

Beyond the gray, green sunlit leaves and tree front good soul’s domicile,

while love’s clearly lit up for all, from each to each; of course

warfare can no longer survive; the pale horse that brings bloodshed and terror falls

by the wayside, surcease and peace; wherever love does flow hate falls, must

yield to our holy law. No one will go thirsty, hunger a faint memory,

charity the due of everyone. Wounds will be made whole and we will sing of healing

o’er all the earth; dance, celebrate in fields and homes where’er good people go.

~ Wry Welwood 23rd of January 2022

Response to Paper Poetry’s Week 2 prompt. Attention: Carolyn Hastings.