Let Dawn Break

Blood Lines Poem 8

Let the light of early morning

trickle through the hospital blinds

gentle golden glimmering beams.

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Let the sun fall on my soft skin

as I lie peacefully in the

warm winter room. Let dawn break.

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Let the pigeons welcome the day

with their coo-call. Let’s awaken.

Celebrate the breaking moment.

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Let the dark clouds part company.

Let the colours waltz. Let the rays

mingle and shimmer. Let dawn break.

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To the ripples on the water,

to the light mist that hangs above

the north-east coastline. Let dawn break.

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Let the horizon glow deep as

the old sea and new sky embrace

when each day begins, let dawn break.

I was mostly in hospital in winter and early spring. I deliberately tried to wake up and watch the dawn rise when I was in rooms with a view of the sea. It was one of the nicest times of the day This poem is based on Jane Kenyon’s calm poem, “Let Evening Come”.

Flynne’s Barn is a place where young people living with cancer can come together and find connection in beautiful surroundings and provides a range of immersive outdoor and creative experiences. I am sharing one poem per day during September 2022 to raise money for this charity. To DONATE, visit my GO FUND ME page. Many thanks.

Clan Cancer Support, in their words… “is here for anyone affected by a cancer diagnosis. We provide emotional and practical support to people affected by cancer, their family, carers and friends. Our services are freely offered to all from pre-diagnosis and diagnosis through treatment and beyond at support and wellbeing centres located across the north-east of Scotland and Northern Isles.”