I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.

19 June 2016

The Sisters, Death and Night

Those
sisters,
Death and Night,
aren't really twins –
though people assume
they mirror each other.
Both can be sweet or bitter,
soft, or impenetrably dense.
But Night always dresses in darkness.
Death – do notice! – is enfolded in light.


Written for the Sunday Mini-Challenge at 'imaginary garden with real toads', for a poem of 10 lines maximum. The subject of the title, suggested as optional, caught my imagination.

11 comments:

  1. A terrific micro poem,
    rosemary-- I think you may be right, and I hope she has relief tucked up her sleeves. K.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It's not a position I had – at least not consciously – before writing the poem. It's something I was shown in writing it.

      Delete
  2. Indeed! Night always implies darkness (mysterious, soothing, scary for some...). Death, although the "long sleep", can also be the last walk into the light...

    ReplyDelete
  3. Ah! yes, such an unusual juxtaposition.

    ReplyDelete
  4. I like this, the idea of Death being enfolded in light - it sounds comforting.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Ooooooh, I love the differentiation: death is enfolded in light. Brilliant!

    ReplyDelete
  6. I think yes... that's the crucial difference.. that light makes all the difference

    ReplyDelete
  7. A crucial distinction, Rosemary -- the one is the shadow of the other, perhaps. Such a light shines in darkness, its candescence hasn't a name ..

    ReplyDelete
  8. Rosemary, I liked the idea of your sisters being night and light. We have twin sons, now adults. They are identical, but mirror twins. Even mirrored to the extent of one being right handed and the other left.
    And with the night more bad things happen than in light. But one night in Houston (Texas) we street parked under a street light while eating at a nearby restaurant. When we came out our car had been broken into and things were stolen. No one died though.
    ..

    ReplyDelete
  9. Oh my..Night does where black and death goes into light. Incredible take on the prompt.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Love the wisdom of your close.
    Anna :o]

    ReplyDelete