Beyond forest margins a
silvered black lake.
Unfathomable, deep with monsters.
Somnolent but restless,
guardian of the gloom.
Diurnal mood lifts, a
greeting of woodsmoke.
These pierced blue eyes are
calling tomorrow home.
For the rest, let
birds give their birdsong.
Notes held, suspended in
first shimmering air.
And the weight of
a star filled night is lifted.
As milky suns go their way.
But here dawn’s greeting
announced by a spew,
a malevolence.
Gas, rock and ice
jostles, glazed and tail burnt,
irradiating age old skies.
Ion streaked omen,
lashed morning’s gibbous moon.
Forked devil’s tail,
a foretelling of doom’s armageddon.
©️ Dai Fry 25th July 2020.