In the Darkening


In the Darkening

The night is liquid

Shadows flowing in

Settling

Like pools of ink

I hear the rhythmic sobbing

Of waves

And the mournful call

Of a distant bird

Carried

Upon a whispering breeze

The sky above

A bejewelled canopy

Is endless

Painted

Edge to edge

The horizon

Dissolving

In the darkening

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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