When Darkness Comes

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #241

Words:  strength, story, ancient, sparks, defiant, game, amethyst, darkness, oblivion, spirit, ground hearth

In the amethyst darkness
of twilight, while families sit
in front of a hearth–oblivious
to the outside world–playing
games of Scrabble or reading
a book, the ancient burial grounds
come alive. They shift,
ever so slightly at first.
Defiant spirits rise
as night wears on, sending
sparks like shooting stars
into a welcoming sky.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to When Darkness Comes

  1. Jae Rose says:

    The universe bubbles all around us as we focus on a scrabble board – a stunning insight into the distance between the world and being in it – fully..a sparkling star of a poem

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  2. It’s time to put away the scrabble board, and go out into the night! Simultaneous and unaware those spirits rise while we play. I love Jae’s comment, and agree wholeheartedly.


  3. Misky says:

    This is a visual treat, Sara!


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