Light in Darkness

This is something I've wanted to draw/paint since I recently read a passage in a Louise Penny novel that uses the image of a moth's battering itself against a porchlight. It didn't occur to me to write it until I saw a prompt at d'Verse Poets. I still will draw it. That's next on my list. Meanwhile:

LIGHT IN DARKNESS

As for the Light in Darkness,

it's only just

a bare bulb promise

against which the lonesome soul

taps and taps 

her insistent longing

in an inevitable song 

of the night.

Morning, Royal

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Morning, royal

the finest time of day.   

Sitting at my work,

I watch and wait

for the world to show her

magic: trees not trees

and then, they are.

Looking from my book,

already I see leaves

now greenish,

in the time to form these words, 

now golden glow.

Alchemy: darkness into leaden grey to gold.

Above the hills, azure sky.

Time for me, too, to turn,

my finer self dissolved by morning light, 

into baser things:

earth and air to

breath and blood.

Transmuted in the dark,

I turn, return, to clay 

in brighter light of day.

Night Blind

Night Blind

It always  was your sight

That banished darkest night,

But now my Light is spent,

For while I dozed, it went

The way of leaving things:

Bags packed, a cab, the rings

Bereft beside the bed

Atop a note that said:

When darkness turns to day

And chases dreams away,

Yet you remain in night,

Long longing for the light,

Think on me and know

I didn't wish to go.

Aurora Redux

Dawn,

Like a strumpet

In magenta,

Steals furtive glances

At Morning’s misty mirror.

Batting coquette’s eyes

At Midday,

She covers her thin golden gown

With Noontime’s turquoise cape.

When Twilight comes to call,

She flings on ebony furs

And toasts from Evening’s starlit cup,

Then she drunkenly fumbles home

To change her nighttime costume

And pass out of day into dark.

The Dark

Two children,
who should have

been in bed already,
strain to know
what darkness
lies beyond
the open door.

Still whole,
they push
toward the sight,
while their mother's
stalwart body
shields them
for a moment
from the night.