In the beginning

Sticking with the apocalyptic theme.

Photo ©Judgefioro


In the beginning,

Nothing broke the silence of the night,

But the call of wolf and owl.

Nothing broke the darkness,

But the far-off stars,

And the terrifying, fluctuating moon.

In these last days,

Blood red clouds stream and scream in tatters,

Flames lick the coping of the skies.

Nothing breaks the searing light,

But the falling stars,

And the great, black void of the sun,

Where I still see your face.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

4 thoughts on “In the beginning”

  1. the terrifying, fluctuating moon”
    That one grabbed me and now I am musing…
    I love this image, too: “Flames lick the coping of the skies.”

    1. I’m glad you liked the moon image. It struck me that the phases of the moon would have seemed magical to early people, important to the women who worked out what what the moon was all about, but terrifying to men who felt excluded from the magic.

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