A NIGHT SONG
(APRIL-25)
| Lisa Gordon Photography |
I love nights
When it smells jasmine
And moths fly
I love moths
When they rush to taste light
I love dreadlocks
They are my banyans
Under which
I lay my head and sleep
In the day
From the arched door
A face emerges
She comes and tells me
“I am your mother”
I don’t know her
But her eyes are tearful
And what’s a mother anyway?
Posted for Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Willard Asylum @ Real Toads
Sad to think that a child might not know the answer to that question...
ReplyDeleteSo visually evocative!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, you have so totally nailed this prompt! This is just perfect. The tearful mother, the blank, unknowing stare.........brilliant!
ReplyDeleteI wondered where you were going with this, but in the end it made perfect, and I mean perfect, sense! This is brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThis is perfectly unnerving in it's sadness. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteVery very understated and cool. ouch.
ReplyDeleteProfound and compelling.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking a child wouldn't know the meaning of mother...powerful
ReplyDeleteA child needs love to grow and flourish
ReplyDeletesad evocation ~
ReplyDeleteThe last line is just perfect. Captures the mood, the despair, the hopelessness.
ReplyDeleteWonderful opening especially--the moths, the dreadlocks like banyons I found especially evocative. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteSo subtle and so powerful.
ReplyDeleteThe immediate senses seem to work fine, but oh, what a heartbreak of an ending!
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