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How Dark #DVersePoetics

Someone says ‘look how dark it is, how black’

to a sky mottled by streetlights

almost navy blue with the singing

of bulbs whistling away shadows,

their footprints of fake dawn

greying the corners of this bedroom

so the only true night is behind lids

of clamped tight eyes

wishing I could say ‘looking how dark it is,

look how black and thick this night sits

now the hours have turned to quiet.

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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.


  1. “their footprints of fake dawn/greying the corners of this bedroom”: Such an excellent image. Your words speak to me — it’s beautiful to read of these hours. 🙂

    • Thank you. I grew up in the countryside so moving to a town was quite a change. My definition of ‘dark’ versus a townies definition are very different things.

  2. Rob Kistner says

    This is a wonderful poem Carol. “…the singing of bulbs whistling away shadows…” I loved that line. Skys, to some degree, are “darker” over the city, smeared by streetlights, because the sky over wilderness is brilliant with stars. Even eyes clamped shut, there are continued after images. Once, in a cave, in the bowels of the earth — I experienced pure blackness. It actually caused vertigo it was so disorienting. Once I sat down, it was absolutely overwhelming.

  3. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    Like Rob, in a windowless room, I found total darkness disorienting. When I close my eyes I see chakra colors, which morph into pre-Rem images.

  4. Living out in the country, away from light pollution, I am comfortable with blackness. I was once in a cave in total darkness. I found it soothing.

  5. the singing

    of bulbs whistling away shadows,

    their footprints of fake dawn

    greying the corners of this bedroom

    so the only true night is behind lids

    of clamped tight eyes
    . . .an incredible image

  6. I remember the first time my husband came up to Norfolk. That was the thing that stunned him the most after living in London all his life – no street lights, pitch blackness in the village, having to take a torch when walking the dog, and seeing the stars! After years of living here, he needs blackout curtains anywhere else. I love your final lines, Carol, which encapsulate the nights I love so much.

  7. The lightness of “the singing / of bulbs whistling away shadows” is turned on its head by your wish of “…how black and thick this night sits,” effectively conveying the difference inherent in perception.

  8. Beverly Crawford says

    “how the hours have turned to quiet” … I like that word picture.

  9. I recall a time at the Delaware Water Gap. The darkness beyond the campfire others had made swallowed us in an inky blackness. Surreal!

  10. Oh yes….the light pollution of the city. Living in Boston, I understand this all too well. And yet there is something magical about stepping out on our 7th floor small deck/balcony and staring out at all the city lights. But — being honest…..I think it much more magical to be out in the countryside and looking up at the sky and feeling the absolute darkness around one self. Yes….here in the city, the real darkness only comes when one’s lids are clamped tight shut….IF you have heavy shades pulled down. Otherwise, I don’t think even closing your eyes (until sleep absolutely comes and then we don’t “feel” it) brings absolute darkness.

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