Today's contribution is from Giovanna MacKenna (she sent me two wonderful pieces but I'm rationing you...) and the photograph is mine, from Pollok park. Love those silvering Holly trunks.
Darkness/Light
We chased the light as we travelled, not far
but to unknown spaces cloaked in peace
crisp fronds of frosted edges bright with
the silence only a lack of humans brings
We stopped and played and refuelled
ourselves on air thats sharpness cleared
a path through the clutter of our minds
Our fires brought light so wide and
searing we had to shield the flames
to see the blanket laid above, pierced
through with the embers of ancient worlds
We chased the light as we travelled, not far
but to unknown spaces cloaked in peace
crisp fronds of frosted edges bright with
the silence only a lack of humans brings
We stopped and played and refuelled
ourselves on air thats sharpness cleared
a path through the clutter of our minds
Our fires brought light so wide and
searing we had to shield the flames
to see the blanket laid above, pierced
through with the embers of ancient worlds
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