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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We learned how to smile quietly
They taught us not to be loud
when something hurt.
To swallow the ache
like it was rude to mention.
We learned how to nodwhile breaking.
How to laugh
with our ribs caving in.
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Mixed— Chapter nineteen: Classes. Again.
I turned heat creeping up onto my face “for what?” I said gruffly
Kael grinned “yeah why should we?”
She turned to Elias “you didn’t tell them?”
He shrugged “you never said when”
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Done with Fairytales: scene four
They all looked at each other Iker was getting cocky for her discovery.
Ezra packed her spray paints already, and her black gloves had teal and pink stains.
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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