shadow work

arise to witching hour,
the moon eclipsing the sun–
in afterlight crow echoes his own call

gathered clouds, a bower
of reflected light returned,
unwrapping into daylight from its pall

orbits overlapping,
crossing time as well as space–
a hush that parallels the day’s forestall

twin umbras pause, passing–
opposites in brief embrace–
Aurora wakes, released to fly withal

Another kerf poem, for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, where Gwen Plano has provided the words Dawn & Twilight. My apartment doesn’t face east at all, but the eclipsed sunrise felt very different yesterday, veiled and stilled, and the crows had a lot to say about it.

Another collage from the archives.

30 thoughts on “shadow work

  1. I didn’t realise there was a solar eclipse where you are. Both art and image most appropriate. I love the idea of how ‘twin umbras pause, passing.’ 🌝

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    1. Well the moon is still there, even if we can’t see it because it’s all in shadow. I like the idea of a shadow of a shadow covering the sun. The crows let everyone know that something strange was going on. But it’s hard to keep them quiet under any circumstances.

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  2. I really like this kerf, Kerfe. (Sorry, I had to.) I has everything I love–time, space, moon, light, crows. . .
    I couldn’t see the eclipse because it was blocked by trees and houses, but as you said, the crows did have a lot to say about it here, too.

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  3. Kerfe, I *just* came inside from working on digging the hole for the larch tree — I’m planting it near the ginkgo — and the crows were pitching a fit and I wondered why. Now I know! :::Twilight Zone chills:::

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  4. Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called this his Shadow Work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations. The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight. The camera obscura. Not the exact image, but everything reversed or upside down.

    ~~Carl Jung

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