For NaPoWriMo a tritina about pentacles.


Beneath the sea the sand is silver dark,

Pale pentacles wave blind among the weeds,

Where sunlight’s solace never ever falls.


Beneath the moon a silent river falls,

Slips slick and sleek from silver light to dark,

Swallowed by pentacle-fronded weeds.


Whiskered creatures wearing widows’ weeds,

Crawl in the tide and creep beneath the falls,

Their suckered-fingers draw light into dark.


Dark are the weeds where no light falls.

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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.

16 thoughts on “Pentacles”

  1. I love the creepy darkness of this, but I really like this line: “Whiskered creatures wearing widows’ weeds,”

    Maybe I’ll get to the tritina today. 🙂

      1. Interesting image. I’ve done lots of lino prints and that is how I thought of them, you cut around what is already there, to expose it. I remember when I learned how to do them, that is what I said, and everyone else was more along the lines, no, you cut away, that is what you concentrate on. Not me, it’s the other way – it is what is already there…

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