Rashi Soni Poet Sapphic stanza

The Thrill Is Gone

Hushed whispers rise with the moon,
Tiny footsteps cross the cold linoleum,
I saw it all in the morning room,
                           I saw the figures.

Tiny voices echoing like squeaks,
Stealing crumbs from the breakfast table,
Height of barely my thumb,
                           I heard tiny creatures.

Once upon a time they dwelt,
In this house as well,
But after seeing them so often,
                           The thrill had gone.

Suddenly they disappeared,
The tiny Borrowers as they are called,
Leaving a space so big in my heart,
                             They all had gone.

My heart fluttered,
Losing the only interest,
In those last days,
                 My life had almost gone.

I was awoken with a crash,
So was someone else,
I quickly rushed to hide their mistake,
                             I had just got up to drink water.

Thankfully they were well hidden,
When my mother went to bed,
Eyes now shining with understanding,
                            Their thrill had gone.

I saw again their mischiefs,
Even a part of few,
Life slowly returning,
                      Happiness had come.

06/16/2020
Submitted to: Pick-A-Title,Vol 19-4 Sapphic Stanzas Poetry Contest 
Title Chosen: The Thrill is Gone
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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Funom Makama June 25, 2020 at 3:56 PM Oh dear.. What a lovely piece you have here. Your craft is definitely seasoned with lots of creativity. Great poem. Rashi Soni June 27, 2020 at 1:58 AM Thank you so much. I’m much appreciate your wonderful comment. Rashi

Richard Lamoureux June 16, 2020 at 8:36 AM Very interesting and mischievous. Good luck in the contest. ;0) Rashi Soni June 16, 2020 at 9:20 AM Thank you so much. I’m glad you like it. Rashi:)