A Flame in the Dark

The knowing dances into me, gritty and wild, through open eyes and willing tongue. I taste the veracity shards you hide under a shroud of silken lies. Something is rotten. For a spell, my eyes consider weeping for the worms you boiled before they could become moths. Then I remember: liquid mourning cleanses, but rarely fixes a thing. So my soul sucks in sadden salts, crafts them into living fuel, lets them burn for a better day. I don’t conceal what grows in me. I open my all, under the licks of moon and sun, and let you watch. You see naught.

a flame, in the dark,
breeding eternal summers,
rebirthing new hope

the wee notes…
– Silk is harvested by boiling the silkworm cocoon, or by blasting it with steam or hot air.
– Linked to Sanaa’s Prompt Nights (The Hidden Realm). Sanaa said that our contributions could refer to “a sanctuary or a safe haven where we like to retreat to when times are tough… to pen down the first thing that comes to mind when thinking about a hidden realm.” The first thing that came to my mind spoke of the inner not-so-hidden realms some of us must bring into being, in order to keep our sanity in today’s reality.

Black Candle Flame

43 thoughts on “A Flame in the Dark

  1. Whistles!!! This is absolutely gorgeous writing Magaly 😀 such a noble thought behind this poem. Indeed with all the confusion and chaos prevailing in the world we need to keep humanity alive ❤💜 Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤💜

    Lots of love,

  2. A lick of hope to counter all of the atrocious goings on in the world. I love how you use words and how they can become crackled slivers of hurt or the hot, wet shine of healing as they fall from the end of your pen.

  3. Rebirthing new hope in the dark is my favorite bit of this because it reminds me that all our silent collective feelings for change and love in all this corruption will eventually surface and shake the world into a peaceful humanity ( it is my heart desire that this will happen )Holl

    • I do hope that all kinds of wonderful things burst out of our collective feelings. It might sound a tad cliché, but we can do so much more when we do it together. And right now, we need sooo much.

  4. Eyes wide open yet there are seeing eyes which do not understand what it sees.so happy those who see and understand

    Thanks for dropping in to read mine

    Much love…

  5. This is magical. There’s an amazing alchemy in taking the tears and converting them into fuel for going past the limits others try to impose on you.

  6. Spectacular. In these days when one needs a stiff drink to endure the evening news, we do need these inner realms. I did not know that about silkworms, I innocently thought they simply spun the silk. Once again, man is a beast. I adore “I open my all, under the licks of moon and sun.”

  7. This reminds me of Pandoras box and the remaining attribute was hope after she had opened it and all the others dispersed over the world which has made us such a destructive race that we are. Looking around me clearly even hope is wearing thin a bit too! However your haibun is delightfully written Magaly.

    • Hope has been dwindling for a while. I think that’s one of the reasons why we should hold on to whatever bits we have left. The alternative is more terrible than anyone could survive, methinks.

  8. “I don’t conceal what grows in me. I open my all, under the licks of moon and sun, and let you watch. You see naught.”

    Sad, but we can’t do much about others self-imposed blindness. At least you are true to yourself.

  9. “rebirthing new hope” isn’t easy but we keep doing it anyway. The alternative is to awful to contemplate.. Enjoyed your wonderful words today,,

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