Knights Not Nights, Ross Bleckner
Happy New Year to everyone. I've just written this poem while peeling the spuds for tomorrow's dinner. I hope you all have a good day tomorrow.
Knights Not Nights
After Bleckner
New Year comes to darken the lighter sky
to sever the night from its stiff black tie
to dance with visions and the dream not dry
as time peers on with paternal dry eye.
And later dazzling bright fireworks fizzle
succumbing to the rain’s softer drizzle
to pools of water that are a mirror
to lost light, and the light still to capture.
In these shadows of shady reflection
candles quicken with great satisfaction
drinking the darkness that birthed their flame
that calls out strength giving courage her name.
So they pass on this journey men and days
on roads known to life, and death, their ways.
Órla Fay
