Old Amber
Through a piece of old Amber where all insect life is preserved. I wondered what those stages of life revealed.
Inspired by January and the history of insects inspiration uncurled.
I needed some extra light for January and turned to an antique ring for magic.
“The worm’s turn.”
The click
Of midnight sticks
The firefly’s fight
To white starlight that slices
Thro life like a knife
Edge of a cold water fall.
Out of which a body crawls
As two planets slide
Both feet collide.
Out of a unlit gutter
A chrysalis mutters
‘Exactly what you are
Is when you find the bright star’.
What the worm needs
Comes as it breathes
And what was once solid and tense
now forgives, flies and repents.
As the worm shuns
It’s old patterns;
Now with each quake
The footsteps do not shake.
Alternate January Lights –
‘Thro life like a knife. Edge of a cold water fall’ Really like these two lines. Gives me the feeling that one is coming so close to taking a risk, and losing everything they have got. But sometimes we just need to take the plunge to move forwards, ourselves in free fall and then see the light. ‘The footsteps do not shake’ speaks to me of confidence, that one is walking with an air of self-assurance and proud of oneself and their choices. A very positive way to end the poem 🙂 Lovely night photos as well. Looks like you’ve been out and about 🙂
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