Reflections and Echoes

A Poem of Darkened Light

Image: Ken Martin at Bell Bookhouse

circling the fire ring
in deep forest twilight
on a long midsummer’s eve

toe-to-heel
we all walk faster
figures circling
mossy stones
darkened light
voices chanting

drink from the cup of reflections and echoes
starlight, storm light, black moon shadows
scent of pine, taste of rain

night ends, sky pales
we turn to the dawn and raise our eyes
to the light of unknown suns

Ken Martin publishes speculative fiction and science-fiction poetry on Blue Noise.