Igniting Dark Places

Posted: November 8, 2018 in thought stream

At dverse tonight Bjorn has us looking at the use of metaphors in poetry.

She sings in the night
and moths fly from her throat,
fragments of moon
pin-pricking dark.

Stars pulse to her song
but they are no match
for the bioluminescence
she casts out into the universe.

And at dawn she watches
that flake-of-night crow
chase night
over the horizon.

And in daylight her eyes
reflect the bone-white moon,
her fire extinguished.

Comments
  1. Flake-of-night crow and bone-white bones are so beautifully Celtic.

  2. Love how you take us through this journey through night… leaving me wondering who “she” is… it sounds she gains strength from darkness… much like fear itself.

  3. kim881 says:

    That’s a strong title, Paul, and I love the darkness in the poem, especially the moths flying from her throat and the fragments of the moon. My favourite phrases ate ‘flake-of-night crow’ and bone-white moon’ – very Dylan Thomas.

  4. Grace says:

    Good to read your poem Paul. Love the character changing from singer in the night to day, with her fire extinguished. Admiring specially the strength of her in this part:

    Stars pulse to her song
    but they are no match
    for the bioluminescence
    she casts out into the universe.

  5. That’s so tight. Love that flake-of-night crow – a double metaphor for me? Night is a crow, crow is night.

  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    I’m captured by the mysterious “she” and carried along through the night. Great wordmastery!

  7. sdtp33 says:

    “and moths fly from her throat” great line, beautiful poem

  8. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Is “she” silkie, siren or succubus? This wonderful poem fits in with the dark tone of many pieces out here on the trail tonight. It does conjure Dylan Thomas indeed–really enjoyed it. The hooks were all; mentioned by others.

  9. rothpoetry says:

    Very nice use of metaphor. Your poem brought up visions of Northern Lights across the sky!~

  10. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like how he dark is pin-pricked.

  11. V.J. Knutson says:

    I picture her as the moon goddess, singing the stars into being… your imagery is original, beautiful.

  12. Love Sings
    Out
    Bright
    of Moonlight
    Sun Dark Morn oF LiGHT..:)

  13. Gina says:

    i felt this was like the energy of a magnetic field over the earth’s circadian rhythm

  14. Your imaginative metaphors remind me of Robert Graves – particularly struck by the ‘flake of night-crow. Fabulously flinty

  15. Lona Gynt says:

    In day reflecting the already reflected light of the bone white moon. But in darkness she emanates her own light. I don’t have the tools to pick this lock, but I love the glowing living box. I have pictured variously a bat, a firefly, a cicada, a lighthouse… or a flying eternal spirit of fire, but I am coming back again to a lighthouse, living guiding. Whoever she is, I think I’m in love. 💜

  16. Rob Kistner says:

    This was wonderful Paul. It read fluid and lush – and I love the word bioluminescence… 🙂

    …rob from http://www.image-verse.com

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