Grief

Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo is to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they have mainly been used in epic poems, typically as decorative elements that emphasize the dramatic nature of the subject (see, by way of illustration, this example from Milton’s Paradise Lost). But you could write a complete poem that is just one lengthy, epic simile, relying on the surprising comparison of unlike things to carry the poem across.

I wanted to write a long poem but that for another day in May. For now, a short one on grief. I hope the simile works fine.

Grief surges
like a plume of smoke
a serpent wreathing around a tree
Its wisps breaking beautifully
into shards
flowing in all directions
becoming a carnucopia*
of white lilies
Until the years are ripe
and it finds a home
with warm beds
and open doors
for sunshine to walk in.

*carnucopia- the horn of plenty (Greek mythology)

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Image courtesy Axonite, Pixabay.

15 thoughts on “Grief”

  1. Grief–shards-white lilies–smoke. You’ve captured all the textures of ‘grief’ that makes it so hard to pin it down into one definition and yet there is that promise of an ‘open door’ of ‘sunshine’. Nicely done Sonia.

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