A blazing sickle of the sun
cut a toothless smile
unseen by rushing city men
caught up in the Mile.
Thick cloud across
the southern skies
obscured the time majestic
when darkness peaked –
a normal day of business.
This poem was inspired by the solar eclipse mania of last week Friday. I was so excited about the event, but it hardly filtered through the clouds that covered London that morning. The only indicator was eeriness and discord as the birds registered the unusual event. All the busy city folk continued with their commutes to work. I, like others, was at my desk.
The day’s later blue skies allayed my disappointment. The day moved on.
On the commute home, I was reading the follow-up articles in the Evening Standard when some ideas for a poem started to form. So, here it is – a little after the event, and with some touches of artistic license (the peak time of the eclipse, for example).
What was your experience of ‘the smile in the sky’? Did you take any photo’s?
I have written some other poems that feature the sun, stars and moon:
On the declaration of the first day of the Year of Our Light
Another Summer’s Day
Philip’s Log: Entries about my moonlit sylph
In the Ocean: a year of poetry
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012