Night’s Void
day’s brightness steals my eyes
yellow like the pages of an old book
like a wedding dress worn long ago
afternoon filled with lemonade
and buttered bread
honey dripping from the sky
my eyes see in limited spectrum
uva and uvb stealing my focus
then— the sun falls beneath the horizon
night arrives with a scent of honeysuckle
the evening breeze whispers in the leaves
the shadows consume me
the cicadas continue their songs
calling desperately to one another
singing for love and life
used carapaces cling
to the oaks and pines
a story of growth left behind
the moon is empty in the sky
the stars have retreated
to some other universe
the night has descended
void in detail and color
I am stung by the splendor of sudden black
Pamela Olson, 7/17/08
This poem was written for the prompt
of Mark McCowen’s picture title
Stung by the Splendor of Sudden Black
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