Tenebris

Why be afraid
…to visit melancholy’s haunt
sometimes it surrounds me
like a black framed
marigold field
confined within black thought

I slumbered under the eaves
…sadness she awoke me
accompanied by the rain
diffusing light
making me focus
that I might see again

Take comfort friend
…feel each droplet fall
a touch of life that’s finally real
in the heart of the storm
i recall the marigold bloom
in the midst of this grey abode

Red grey and black
…the backdrop valley colours
i silently ask you rend the sky
that I might and look upon
a blackened frame
and further on

…towards the marigold fields again.

3 thoughts on “Tenebris

  1. like this WW,

    ‘like a black framed
    marigold field
    confined within black thought’

    I think of Van Gogh, and visiting galleries alone

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