Dark

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The days are lengthening, they say,

the dark receding, a black tide,

leaving star spots glittering on the sand.

Cold grips and tears,

a rangy dog with a piece of carrion

stolen from a crow,

and beneath the trees,

dead leaves puddle and seep

into the mulchy earth.

In the sky is darkness still,

sunless was and sunless will,

no robins sing beneath the light,

terne as leaden unplumbed depths,

of this ever-hungry dark star yawning.

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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.

11 thoughts on “Dark”

  1. I like the two lines together:
    “In the sky is darkness still,
    sunless was and sunless will,”

    It does sound sort of Shakespearean, or like someone chanting a prophecy–a bard or an oracle. πŸ™‚

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