Darkness, where dreaming took place, was a refuge
where light was no longer sodium, nor neon, nor fevered,
where no rush of machinery scarred our bones,
where ungainly flesh returned to beauty as if glory
was a drowned jewel disfigured by rippling water,
where dreamers might wake and mirrors no longer lie.
A fragment for this year's National Poetry Day - taken from a longer poem (about otherness, as it happens)… written in 2020… posted on Facebook on the day and now replicated here.
where light was no longer sodium, nor neon, nor fevered,
where no rush of machinery scarred our bones,
where ungainly flesh returned to beauty as if glory
was a drowned jewel disfigured by rippling water,
where dreamers might wake and mirrors no longer lie.
© BH, 2020/2023
A fragment for this year's National Poetry Day - taken from a longer poem (about otherness, as it happens)… written in 2020… posted on Facebook on the day and now replicated here.
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