Blue Hole
I lie on the cold, damp grass,
alone;
staring reflectively
at the hole
in the tent above me.
I'm only here because I promised;
or rather, you made me promise.
The sky I see through the hole
is dull and grey
and the music drifting heavily
from the stage in the distance
is the darkest blue.
When we laid here in the grass
together;
Just last year;
the sky we saw through the hole
Above us
was bright, light blue,
and the music blared in dazzling colours:
of yellow, red, orange,
and deep purple.
We laughed ourselves silly
about the hole.
The rain dripped in at night
collected in a pan;
the rhythmic drips
keeping time with the music;
or so we convinced ourselves.
Today the rain drips
and makes a damp puddle
on my chest;
next to my heart.
The blue hole is no longer.
The dull grey hole that replaced it;
is like the dead hole left inside me
now that you have gone.
Blue Hole Poetry Contest: Placed 3rd.
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date wrote: 24-05-2021
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