Poetry Challenge 23

Solstice

As the days here lengthen to an extreme, each hour of the day has a different kind of light, from the brilliant light of mid-day to the pastel and silver light of the long dusky evenings.

Write a poem starting with some effect of light you notice right now where you are.  Notice how light affects the plants and rocks and clouds.  How does it affect animals, people, you? And what else?

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Here’s a response from Glow at Beyond Ester:

the mercury light
keeps me awake since May.
Much happens at night that I witness.
All other humans sleep
but the devil light keeps sleep at bay
so I become Witness of What Occurs
cats, drowse all night
dogs snore and twitch
voles slither among the weeds
male moose, pale brown withers
slinks through the willows
mistaken for a grizzly
until his antlers startle recognition.
mama moose and 3 week calf
slumbering among the bluebells
even the dogs missed them
I, alone, witnessed the fidgeting nursing
the aggressive butting of the calf to its mom’s teats
the mercury light warming towards dawn
to leak goldeness on the calf so that she shone
like an angel
raven swooped low to snatch a young squirrel
still living, unaware of impending doom
its tail still curled, but fruitless now
mosquito, after mosquito, after mosquito
snared in the window spider’s web
reduced to dry shells within seconds
after their twitching ends.
Life, birth, death, bones, dust.
Summer light arrives, soon to leave us
aching for more time
aching for less light
fruitless wishes. Predictable humans
with their love of warmth, but
need for the dark.

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2 Responses to “Poetry Challenge 23”

  1. Glow Says:

    the mercury light
    keeps me awake since May.
    Much happens at night that I witness.
    All other humans sleep
    but the devil light keeps sleep at bay
    so I become Witness of What Occurs
    cats, drowse all night
    dogs snore and twitch
    voles slither among the weeds
    male moose, pale brown withers
    slinks through the willows
    mistaken for a grizzly
    until his antlers startle recognition.
    mama moose and 3 week calf
    slumbering among the bluebells
    even the dogs missed them
    I, alone, witnessed the fidgeting nursing
    the aggressive butting of the calf to its mom’s teats
    the mercury light warming towards dawn
    to leak goldeness on the calf so that she shone
    like an angel
    raven swooped low to snatch a young squirrel
    still living, unaware of impending doom
    its tail still curled, but fruitless now
    mosquito, after mosquito, after mosquito
    snared in the window spider’s web
    reduced to dry shells within seconds
    after their twitching ends.
    Life, birth, death, bones, dust.
    Summer light arrives, soon to leave us
    aching for more time
    aching for less light
    fruitless wishes. Predictable humans
    with their love of warmth, but
    need for the dark.

  2. mattiespillow Says:

    Thanks, Glow. I think this is my favorite so far.

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