When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight:
by Emily Sturgill, 11/13/14
When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,
and the sun begins to sink
softly slowing it rolls
away shrinking in fear
from the Creature Wind
& the might of the chill
of Michigan’s November Twillight.
The Sun disappears into a Mist
of storm clouds and scattered snowflakes.
And yet the Moon, for her the time is just
not right.
Because, When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,
For hours the Moon, herself too, remains hidden,
out of sight, and grayness covers everything.
The grayness of twilight, envelopes the Sky.
The Stars hide too because of the crisp
November chill to the Air.
And, When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,
you better hang onto your horses tightly,
you better take a deep breath & wait
as the Day becomes united
with the evening Sky,
and even the earliest Star twinkles upon
its own time frame
it glistens only with in
the limits of its very own
simple hourglass.
When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight
that is when the Poems finally appear
whispering their rambling murmurs
indirectly in my ear.
the words rattle,buzz, and hum
complete nonsense
making no sense to anyone else but me.
They are not an audible presence but rather
a shape-shifting ghost of a thought.
I reach out for the words
at my brains edges and grab them up
like fists full of dirt.
When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight
There is no better Muse
than the Kali Goddess with multiple arms
filled with twilight, nightfall, fading sunlight
disappearing Stars, a Self-conscious Sister Moon
and fist fulls of poems with edges
of dirt and roots
composed entirely of grass.
A sharpen spear, a skull with cross bones & a touch
of fear.
When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight
You better be careful.
You better be nice. Don’t tread on that water,
it’s turning to ice.
There is no better Muse,
then a warrior Goddess, with many caring hands
to curl up the world and carry her
like a token favor won
in a feverish struggle between
Kali the Mother Goddess
and Kali the Goddess of War.
When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight
I close my eyes.
I open my heart.
I feel the breath of a dragon.
I feel the chill in the air.
I open my eyes
and I close up my heart
Kail is here with me
She guides me blindly
into the direction
of Art.
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Note: This image was downloaded off internet, I downloaded it only for personal use-like a background image or screensaver- I have no copy write to this image- this is NOT one of my own Art pieces.
& unfortunately I misplaced what site or artist made this. I only am “borrowing” image because it is so very beautiful.
