when the moon hides
ribbons the clouds to purple
gathers the bones of trees
& stardust
and shapes our eyes
into a waning crescent
remember the tides
that brought us to the shores
[the first light, warmest of light]
igniting our blood to fire
to be born
again [and again]
"Let there always be light, (Searching for Dark Matter)", title poem by Rebecca Elson.
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This sounds so comforting these dark dark days... I like the thought to be born again and again.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Björn, Grace, a comforting poem indeed. I love the lines:
ReplyDeletewhen the moon hides
ribbons the clouds to purple
gathers the bones of trees
& stardust’.
Beautiful imagery!
I really like these lines…
ReplyDelete“ and shapes our eyes
into a waning crescent”
Something about the way they sound, and the thought. As others have said, lovely imagery throughout.❤️
Grace, I love how the hiding moon colors the clouds.
ReplyDeleteI love how the poem depicts the cyclical way of being in an inspiring way, the secret gathering of sleep and the waking in fiery passion <3
ReplyDeleteWarm and hopeful. Let's hope.
ReplyDeleteA poem of hope with such beautiful imagery, Grace!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful rhythm and message .... a pleasure to read, Grace.
ReplyDeleteSounds very peaceful, enjoyed the tone of it so much, this is my favourite part :"gathers the bones of trees"
ReplyDeleteThe echo in the final line is just beautiful, bringing the warmth of this lovely poem around again and again.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Grace. I am alwys glad for he hopeful signs of the returning of the light as the seasons come and go.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous sustained imagery! A new favourite.
ReplyDeleteGrace, your poem is a captivating dance of imagery and emotion. The visual beauty of the moon and the connection to tides create a profound resonance. A beautifully crafted piece! 🌙📜
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
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"ribbons the clouds to purple" , wonderful image , Grace. I like the peace, calm the poem evokes.
ReplyDeleteLight in the darkness shows the way.
ReplyDeleteThe mystical note is so alluring, Grace, and this: "the first light, warmest of light" -- taking us back to our beginnings, both the earth's and ours individually. Simply lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Grace. Your closing line repetition completes the poem's sense of gentle and comforting lulling.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Grace Happy New Year!
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