Amber Magic

Dreadful is the night
this lack of light
this night of corpses
my wish to die
that growls into a voice
of flesh and bones
into a grim perplexing laughter
to alter or to anger,
before the miracle of magic amber
comforts me with this,
   it’s gentle hush
      of dawn.

And they still won’t go by Francisco Goya

Linked to toads for the thirteenth day of April poetry.
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April 13, 2020

12 responses to “Amber Magic

  1. “a grim perplexing laughter
    to alter or to anger,
    before the miracle of magic amber
    comforts me with this,”

    This is incredibly powerful writing, Bjorn! Wowww!! 💝💝

  2. I’ve always thought amber had magical properties and have a few pieces in silver. I adore the image of the sun rising as a ‘miracle of magic amber’ and the ‘gentle hush of dawn’ Björn, at the end of a long night.

  3. Some nights are haunted like this. You describe beautifully the horror and the thankful escape ❣️👍🙏

  4. Somehow you reconcile both life and death here, and indeed, that is the kind of time we seem to be in, where one bleeds into the other too seamlessly, terrifyingly, but also remotely til it actually touches our own flesh. Dawn is a comfort but also the herald of more insanity. Good to read you my friend, even in the time of plague.

  5. I love how it moved from darkness of a night of corpses to the amber light of morning’s hope

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