A Country Rag Distilled Spirits

"Night"

By Jessica Brenner

"Furthermore, when we speak the word 'Life' it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact but to the fragile fluctuating center that forms never reach."

NIGHT

I tense with dread

As the shadows of gray and darkness

Creep across the land,

Devouring the last light of day,

Bringing the mysteries of night.

Shadows lurking behind trees, 

Rustling leaves,

Playing hide and go seek.

An eerie screeching siren

Screams somewhere overhead.

A chill runs up my spine,

My heart is pumping pure terror 

Until…

My eyes turn towards the night sky,

I’m lost in the wonders it holds. 

I wave to the man in the moon,

He smiles brightly and gives me a wink.

The starry constellations

Greet me with a twinkle,

And a million angel eyes

Sparkle for me.

I’m no longer afraid.

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Graphic: Iron Lady, steel sculpture by Robert Kuhn, Blue Ridge Mountains, VA

"A Geat woman too sang out in grief;
with hair bound up, she unburdened herself
of her worst fears, a wild litany
of nightmare and lament: her nation invaded,
enemies on the rampage, bodies in piles,
slavery and abasement. Heaven swallowed the smoke."
-- Beowulf, translation by SSeamus Heaney

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