A single lamp burning in the dark,
caught in a swirling cage of branches.
The night folds in around it,
quiet and breathless,
as if something waits just beyond the glow—
a portal,
a warning,
or a whispered secret
only the darkness understands.
The Night’s Eye
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Comments
This is haunting and beautiful. 'The Night's Eye' is a perfect title for this piece.
Thanks!!
I think this is both a really great photo and poem! I think it's a very valuable exercise for writers to practice writing from images, much the same way a painter makes a still life.
That… makes a TON of sense actually!
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