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.

14 Comments

  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. 🙂

  2. 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. 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. 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

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

  7. 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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