We head outside
called by the changing light
to seek a gauzy crescent funneling
through a pin-pierced hole
This is not the golden glow of dawn
nor the rosy tinge of sunset
not even the green fug betiding storm
Rather it is a silvery light
that throws grudging shadows
but gives no warmth
The silence is total
street lights flickering to life
A lone birdcall cuts through
swallows darting in a twilit sky
Quickening darkness
overtakes long minutes of wondering
Shadows finger out of western clouds
as eastern cumuli glow a defiant white
Cricketsong rises up
to greet a single star shining in the gloam
Something beyond twilight falls
undeniably
stirring deep-plumbed tears
Until seconds become fleet
and breath releases in a sigh
with the return of the light
as if 'twere a dream
 |
| Photo credit: Melissa Walker |
beautiful words catching the magic of the eclipse
ReplyDeleteyes..the dreamlike quality....of the phenomenon itSelf
ReplyDeleteand your words...
A song & a sigh. ox
ReplyDeleteGreat photo. So glad you had the opportunity to spend quality time with family.
ReplyDeleteholy shit. that is some poem. some god damned poem! Here are just a few pieces I love: 'a single star shining in the gloam', 'stirring deep-plumbed tears' 'grudging shadows'. Somehow in describing the eclipse you have managed to capture the entirety of 'weird' in which we now dwell. Beautiful, Liz.
ReplyDeleteBelated thanks ... and Dee, I blush (with pleasure). These words will hold memory for me ... that they might whisper to others is all the better
ReplyDelete