Nothing moves,
save the mould
and microscopic tentacles of decay
We sit and wait –
Watch the fabric of existence tear itself apart

All will crumble eventually,
the walls, the roof –
the sky fall in on us
Empty space, hard wood,
time splintering between the cracks of abandonment

No truth is real,
no lie unheard that has not
been spoken

Float off in motes of dust,
spread yourself far,atoms of disquiet
heading for the stars.

(c) Darren Hawbrook

This poem was written for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday. The challenge is to use the above picture as your prompt and, as Kellie writes on her blog:

  • Do not think. Do not edit. Do not pay attention to spelling, punctuation or form.
  • Just allow the moment, your feelings, your imagination to run free and…
  • Do not stop until you find yourself forcing your words or trying too hard to complete a thought.

I had great fun with this and can’t think of any other time I’ve produced a complete poem in one sitting. So thanks for the prompt Kellie, and also to Anne, whose own Free Write Friday challenge is here, which led me to Kellie’s blog in the first place.

If you want to find out more, visit Kellie’s blog here.

14 thoughts on “Abandonment

  1. and if we just keep in mind that we WILL head for the stars then while the roofs and world collapse around us, we can find peace. Lovely penning. Beautiful contribution to FWF. Thank you!

    • Hi Amanda, just noticed I hadn’t replied to your comment, so apologies for that.

      Glad you liked the poem. I love to turn things on their head and offer up hope as a denouement to a darker piece.


  2. First of all, I just wanted to say ‘Thank you’ for reading my work. After reading “Abandonment”, I must say I was left intrigued, as if this was the beginning of a a movie geared towards the unseen curiosities of the underworld. In other words, it was really interesting. Thank you for sharing.

    • Hi, I was glad to have found your blog and look forward to visiting it more in the future!

      Thanks also for your comment. I’m not entirely sure where the poem came from … or where it was going, I just let the words flow from the image. I like your interpretation of it, though 🙂

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