Changing Focus For a Month

I am journaling in May, about May, in the form of a poem a day. I notice each day I profile May as a female, I must apologize. Perhaps I am stereotyping, I have no reason to assign a gender to a month, particularly one who frolicks with emotion. I know both men and women who depend upon both serendipity and misfortune for leverage.

Perhaps when I catch a glimpse of myself elsewhere, I see a reflection rather than a window. Today May began in tears. By noon, her face was clear. At three, the sky was veiled with gray and now no pane of glass gives entrance. But in the blackness of these walls, light still finds its way, as someone’s shadow shouts on a nightmare scream.

Now I sleep to its familiar, rhythmic sound. Like thunder, it tells me danger is passed.

Dversepoets.com Monday and another Prosery challenge. Today’s line is from ‘A caged bird” by Maya Angelou. “His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream”.
I cannot imagine coming close to this brilliant poem of hers. I didn’t want to go dark and creepy, and I am becoming weary of pandemics, so I kept it current with what I am doing this month of May. I did change it slightly to go with the story. It also is exactly 144 words. Hope you enjoy!