Of Your Twilight, the Darkness

Shadows can’t be without light… just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the Self that makes Me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun—growth and blaze, life… and the rest. I know you fear full night. I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit in your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…

let me be the heart
of your twilight, the darkness
balancing the light

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the (not so) wee notes…
– Of the Twilight the Darkness is the name of a goblin in Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett. It’s one of my favorite names for a character… ever.
– Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Karin asked us to join her in a wee writing exercise: pick a letter, then a word, then write, write, write… Don’t erase. Don’t fix. Don’t stop and dance the Twist. Fine, I lied about the dancing restriction. So, dance wildly if you want. I always do. It is great for the ink. After dancing like the happiest of all writing maniacs, I chose the letter “S”… “Shadows” danced out of my pencil… and I wrote about Shadow and Light and Solstice and Love and Balance… The poem you’ve just read is the Heart and Soul and Center of the wild draft.

click HERE to see the complete stitched poem bit

Kissing Winter

Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Gillena asked us to collaborate for the Holiday Season. So, of course, I flew to the Poetry Foundation, borrowed two lines from “The Snow Fairy”, by Claude McKay: “My heart was like the weather when you came/The wanton winds were blowing loud and long”, added my own bits, and the result is… well, collaborative poetry.

“Kissing Winter”

Between you and me, Yule
is love, bedecked and solsticed
with a caress happily waning
and kisses waiting to be born.

I heard you shout into winter;
and my heart was like the weather when you came,
the wanton winds were blowing loud and long.

I feel you, my all… as the sun
and I sing of miracles and rebirth.

Between you and me, Yule
kissing winter

and mistletoe.

“Winter Love”, by Nico Wittgens
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