Dark divinity

Caspar David Friedrich, Woman Before Rising Sun, ca. 1818, oil on canvas.

Dark divinity

Lead in the water, neon on the cross,
night – big boss raven, whistling through the bog,
patterns in the moss,
heartbeats like freon, a host of the haven.
The wind tripping on the branches,
the moonlight lip-gloss,
the tree-line of possibility turnt and tossed,
the tears feasting on the colours of the rocks.
Petals closed around some brimming,
innocent and wild,
the sky a tired parent folding in the tide
while on the rusted plater of the scales
crescends the loss
of I, maven.

*sharing with Desperate Poets Open Link Weekend.