The Sisters, Death and Night
Those
sisters,
Death and Night,
aren't really twins –
though people assume
they mirror each other.
Both can be sweet or bitter,
soft, or impenetrably dense.
But Night always dresses in darkness.
Death – do notice! – is enfolded in light.
Death – do notice! – is enfolded in light.
Written for the Sunday Mini-Challenge at 'imaginary garden with real toads', for a poem of 10 lines maximum.
The subject of the title, suggested as optional, caught my imagination.
The subject of the title, suggested as optional, caught my imagination.
Wonderful, Rosemary. The last line is very Elizabeth Bishop-y I think.
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Deletegreat idea Rosemary, well made :-)
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