It’s always darkest…

In dusk when rust of hills is crowned with gold
the veins of rivers fill with blood and rooks
have gathered waiting for the wind to rest.
That’s when you whisper that the world seems cold
and you fear we are close to burn our books,
that fear of shadows make our world depressed.
We’re silent for a while, and watch how rust
is silvered porcelain and as calmness settles
you take my hand, and through its warmth a trust
is building that behind the hills a daylight nestles.

Rust red hills by Georgia O'Keefe

Rust red hills by Georgia O’Keefe

Ten lines written for Kerry’s prompt at toads. I played around a bit with the meter and rhymescheme on this one. Using the poem Ibadan by John Pepper Clark as inspiration I expanded a thought that might be a metaphor of sorts. We need to look for the light also when it’s darkest. I will also link up to Poetry Pantry in the morning.

40 responses to “It’s always darkest…

  1. You’ve infused this piece with a mesmerizing cadence that practically demands to be read aloud – wonderfully crafted – closing with a contemplative echo … that lingers, wistfully. .

  2. Impeccable construction & wonderful usage of words — and a bit of delectable darkness which is just a bit chilling.

  3. Nicely written, Bjorn. I like your rhyme also. I’m sure that I didn’t pick up on all of history’s sad moments hidden here, but I like what I’m finding. Scary. Favorite is the book burning.
    ..

  4. There’s so much I enjoy about this poem. It contains a certain kind of quiet, an old wisdom. Love the idea of one awaiting the wind to rest. Also people as porcelain.

  5. a trust
    is building that behind the hills a daylight nestles.
    … that’s so beautiful. Nature can touch us so profoundly, it deepens our faith and hope.

  6. Dark can feel hyper alive – just as you describe…everything seems to pulse and turn to rust.. i am glad however there is a hand to hold

  7. Beautifully written, Björn. Your verse undulates gently, like those hills. I just love that line: ‘the veins of rivers fill with blood and rooks’.

  8. How spooky Bjorn, I was visiting the major O’keefe exhibition at Tate Modern in London only a couple of days ago, with a friend! Staring in awe at sublime pieces like this… And yes always have faith in and seek the light, especially amidst the darkness. Thanks for the lift this Sunday morning… With Best Wishes Scott

  9. There is such a lot of depth and wisdom here 🙂 especially love the image of “trust is building that behind the hills a daylight nestles.” Beautifully rendered.

  10. This gave me chills, Bjorn. The resonance of the words is beautiful and the thought expressed both poetic and human (if that does not sound too obvious when speaking of a poem). You selection of painting is perfect. Such an amazing piece.

  11. This time of year when it starts to get darker … it’s comforting to reach out for a helpful hand … someone you can trust … the ending of your poem is hopeful.

  12. Wonderful writing Bjorn, I enjoyed the rhyme scheme, because it gave me an illusion of an introspective merging of nature and men.

  13. you take my hand, and through its warmth a trust
    is building that behind the hills a daylight nestles.

    Such a reassuring closing Bjorn! One will always yearn for blessings of some kind to fulfill a hope!

    Hank

  14. You took me right into that moment, the colours, the fear, and then the glorious closing lines – “s trust is building that behind the hills, a daylight nestles.” Gorgeous.

  15. Always the hope in the light, your end lines are my favourite lines

    “you take my hand, and through its warmth a trust
    is building that behind the hills a daylight nestles.”

    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard, today

    much love…

  16. Many of your poems speak of a being with a love .. it feels gentle safe and nurturing ~~ special indeed.

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