Where the moon-silver spilled its whisper
we met — merely to listen but never to fall
while you had intentions, I was the drifter
a bumblebee flying too close to the walls
Your fingers a cobweb to capture or trap
with a softness of lips, I was under your spell
with silver-strings tied, to darkness was strapped
At midnight the bells of our towers will knell.
On butterfly wings you left me alone
a carcass, a void, the smear on your dress.
Your darkness, my shroud and the stones
in your bulwark has been made into one.
Moon was our witness but not our judge
We were to blame for this pestilence touch.
Today Sanaa hosts dVerse poetics with images from the painter John Atkinson Grimshaw. His picture are wonderful images of darkness that for me feel very close to the season that is coming.
September 29, 2026
This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! I especially admire; “Your fingers a cobweb to capture or trap with a softness of lips, I was under your spell with silver-strings tied.”❤️❤️
Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 😀
My pleasure… it was so fun trying some rhyme..
Your innocence of silver had to be a sonnet, Björn, and a stunning one it is too. I love the sibilant ‘moon-silver spilled its whisper’ and these lines:‘On butterfly wings you left me alonea carcass, a void, the smear on your dress.’
It was a while since I did a sonnet… but those images made it impossible for me to avoid
I was the same!
Love how you weaved all those insects into your sonnet! Great imagery and very atmospheric.
I had fun with it… 🙂
🙂
This starts out like a magical dream, but twists into a beautiful nightmare!
Love the thought of a beautiful nightmare
Bravo, awesome poetry
much love
Many thanks
I enjoyed the bee vs web metaphor and some classic rhymes in this one Bjorn. Beautiful! 🩵
Thank you… I am glad it worked
The rhyming was done so well. It really carried the poem on a mystical journey. Love the reference to spiders, bees and butterflies.
Bending your thoughts to the rhymes helps…. better than the other way around.
Great piece – the tragic, romantic surrender of falling under the spell of a place that devours its visitors whole – love it 🙌
I think it should devour you… but maybe there shouldn’t be any inbalance
Moon was our witness but not our judgeWe were to blame for this pestilence touch
A good close Bjorn! We have to do with a lot of cautiousness lest we have to answer back for what shortcomings that develop.
Hank
I wanted to close that made the moon guiltless
*CONFESSIONS FOR TODAY*
Wednesday, 30th SEPTEMBER 2026
*Today, 30th SEPTEMBER 2026,* I Confess and Declare that *the Lord has done marvellous things in my life in these Days of September, and His mighty hand has given me victory.* I am a living testimony of His goodness, and my heart is filled with thanksgiving for His unfailing faithfulness.
I Declare that I will never forget the wonderful works of God in my life in this Month of SEPTEMBER. His goodness, mercy and grace are continually evident in all that concerns me. I walk in the victory of Christ, and my words are filled with praise as I testify of His faithfulness. My life is a demonstration of His power, and my testimony inspires others to trust Him.
*Glorrrrrrrryyyyy!*
Assuredly, I know that the Lord has been faithful to me throughout this Month of GROWTH. I celebrate His mighty works, His provisions, His protection and His unfailing love. As I conclude SEPTEMBER and prepare for a new month, I move forward with greater faith, renewed strength and joyful expectation. I declare that my life will continually reveal the glory of God, and my mouth will always testify of His goodness, in the Precious and Glorious Name of the Lord Jesus Christ!
*Merciful Is Our God Forever and Ever!* Hallelujahhhhh!
A sspense story drawing us in as you wrote! Very well written. I liked the cobwebs from the fingers image.
It was where the rhymes led me.
I really enjoyed the rich imagery here and the striking and bleak close as well.
Thank you… I enjoy writing about bleakness more than bleakness itself.
The granite and dark imagery really bring out the story and the conclusion so apt – Jae
A stonecold conclusion
A powerful, haunting poem Björn 👏 A carcass!
Walls like this are made to be climbed!
I only they could be climbed
Beautifully conveyed with words that are true.
We are always to be blamed for whatever we do.
The witnesses like the moon just watch without any clue:)
Indeed… a silent witness
Bjorn, you are the master of poetic twists and turns! Really enjoyed reading your poem.
Haunting and so well done. Bravo!
A sublime sonnet, Björn.