Seems like chiaroscuro is the word for today. I might give the prompt another go when I get nightmares out of my head and that word.

This is for the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.




In charcoal shade I wake,

the chiaroscuro of twilight,

dog-wolf snapping at my heels.

Ceiling beams lower,

ribbed clouds

or the rollicking innards of a ship,

too dark yet to see the water dripping.

I dreamt of dark men with no faces,

marching down an unlit hall,

narrow as their squared shoulders

and only a boltless door between.

Pale, wintry frost-light

creeps over the cold sill,

and returning lucidity tells me,

the men are merely waiting

for the dusk.