The Structure of Night

And if I am also someone else?  Bearing the ship, the fools, the edge of the cliff above the valley, the shadows, the death—acres and acres of endings.  An echo, turning inside out and upside down.

What are my real parameters?  Where is that world located, the one that is opposite, a mirror of this one?  Do I even know anything about navigation, understand what it is?  A moon wrapped in brown paper, perhaps, opening and closing the holes in time.  A compass completely reversed, remattered.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of that other me, a brief flash on the edge of the dark, invisible, yet fully present.  All at once, nowhere, I become the voyage itself, shored with lunemares, sailing without destination, spinning beyond gravity.

Outside my life remains uneasy, breath held, waiting for the whirling center to draw it in, under.

Brendan at earthweal asks: What then is this wild dark?

Carol Ann Duffy replies, via Bjorn at dVerse: It is a moon wrapped in brown paper

33 thoughts on “The Structure of Night

  1. “A moon wrapped in brown paper, perhaps, opening and closing the holes in time.” Powerful, especially with the illustration and the lunamares that come later–are they moon beams? Perhaps I am up a wrong path, but i think of full moon crazes, and how wild that can be.

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    1. Thanks Susan. I was thinking of both the lunatic/nightmare connection and mare as the seas of the moon, and both those could go off on intersecting tangents as well. Language has many layers.

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  2. “Shored with lunamares” is so striking, and complex. I love how everything here is disorienting and an invitation to orient to a new skyscape.

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  3. There is so much to think about here. I especially liked the vivid imagery of:
    “All at once, nowhere, I become the voyage itself, shored with lunemares, sailing without destination, spinning beyond gravity.”

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  4. For me this was very structural, building dark mind with mad language — a noctilucent blueprint — the heart on a night sea journey to a moon rapt in brown paper. Very well done Kerfe.

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  5. ‘Sometimes I catch a glimpse of that other me, a brief flash on the edge of the dark, invisible, yet fully present.’ – a wonderfully haunting image, Kerfe. I like how the two prompts came together so naturally for you.

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  6. “A moon wrapped in brown paper, perhaps, opening and closing the holes in time. A compass completely reversed, remattered.” This is incredibly deep and gorgeous writing! Sigh 💝💝

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