Apr 2022
Now the dark
ripples in
charcoal black
silent waves
and we are
christened by
the eclipse
mute motion
like a swallowing
gloomy deluge
but only
the day’s cessation
skin shed
installs night
brings end
to start again
ripples in
charcoal black
silent waves
and we are
christened by
the eclipse
mute motion
like a swallowing
gloomy deluge
but only
the day’s cessation
skin shed
installs night
brings end
to start again
Written: April 2022.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page.
