Beneath Time's Evening Bell

 PAD challenge; day 22

For today’s prompt, write a poem using at least three of the following six words:

• ideogram
• remora
• casket
• eclipse
• selfie
• wretch

Use the words in the title of your poem, in the body of your poem, and feel free to play with them (by which, I mean, make them plural, past tense, etc.).

Earth, like an umber casket

Has cradled every bloom

November mourns, its heavy robe  

Enshrouds each stricken plume

For nature’s fairer filament

Has fallen; flow’r and leaf

Slumbers where wretch and prince preside

Bound for its steadfast sheaf

Moment folds over moments

Ephemeral eclipse

Of petals, poems and parting

And then its present slips

Into the crypt of ‘bygone’

An unrelenting plot

Of had and held remembered

And none exhumes its lot

The remora of hours

Does not release its prey

It drinks a field of flowers

And turns raven to gray

November’s stark procession

Bows where its laughter fell

Its dirge, a somber silence

Beneath Time’s evening bell

© Janet Martin