Fog

Writing 210 Challenge, Day 5.  Word:Fog, Style: Elergy, Device:Metaphor

Originally requiring specific meters, nowadays elegies come in all shapes and sizes, though they are united by their (often melancholic) focus on loss and longing.

Today’s form, the elegy, can trace its history all the way to ancient Greece. It started out as a poem that could be about almost any topic, as long as it was written in elegiac couplets (pairs of verse, with the first one slightly longer than the second). Over the centuries, though, it became something a bit more specific: a (more often than not) first-person poem on themes of longing, loss, and mourning.

 

Freedom

When I could come and

I could go

When every movement

Wasn’t slow

When still alive I had

A friend

And never thought of

Journey’s end

When I decided who

I’d meet

Or simply what I’d have

To eat

When choices made were

Always mine

When I decided what

Was fine

I was an eagle

Soaring free

And no one tried to

Limit me

Now age has taken that

Away

And in this place I’m doomed

To stay

My thoughts float through

A Fog of time

From dark, dark days to

Times sublime

Scrambled and mangled I don’t

Really care

Because in all the muddle

Freedom is there.

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