The penultimate prompt from Beth Kempton on the last official day of the Winter Writing Sanctuary is BLACK. It’s strange to me that in amongst all the imaginings of bleakness and emptiness that come with black, there is a sense of hope that comes through for me. Maybe it’s that you don’t get the light without the contrast of the dark to help it be seen.
Frost Night
By Jane Galloway, Small Liberations
The mole skin sky
starless and obsidian black
bitter chocolate and coffee grounds
scudding clouds
a split second full moon
glinting on frost
and snow on yew tree branches
winter beauty
fleeting
under the ebony
such palpitating words filled with light and dark and heavy with meaning!
Ooh lovely. ☺️