Friday 55 June 22 2018

The burden of events this week is heavy. The visions before us are almost apocalyptic in their power. Yet what else can we do but write. My previous poem (on Wednesday) was my pitiful attempt not to address, but at least to respond, to the hatred, cynical evil and destruction of our world's moral and political fiber. Today, it's time for the 55. Thanks to Galen Hayes for starting this meme that is all that keeps my pen moving. There are no rules except the word count--55 words of prose or poetry, no more no less. Link your work in the comments below between Friday and Saturday at midnight, and I will be by to read.

My 55:

Dark-Lantern

The heart's a dark-lantern

thorn-cradled in

a cliff-cracking tree,

a nested-bird glimmer

in grey-green leaves 

by  perpetual sea

where language is

sibilant as spray,

arcane as whales' song,

grey-green as their play.

Light itself speaks from

the branch wind-whispered

and never stutters

tho the window shutters; through

the grey-green bars night

echoes with stars.

~June 2018

Note: "A dark lantern is a candle lantern with a sliding shutter so that it may conveniently be made dark without extinguishing the candle" ~wikipedia

Top Image: Olive tree~Candle, ©Christos Bokoros 1994.    All Rights Reserved

The 55 is now closed. Thanks to all who stopped by to participate. See you next week.