Image by Gerd Altmann
Dark, my bed beneath the world
Dark
But wait
What glimmering?
What minor lifting of gloom?
It slithers, this slither of light
This slice that intrudes, that doesn’t belong.
But whence it comes, this fabulous crescent?
Has it fallen from above,
From Heaven’s High Arch?
Has it fallen to visit this Low Dark Vault?
Welcome, Light.
56 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Vault
crispina kemp 
So many views of light to consider, so thanks for this one. I like it! Interestingly, As I look west, it’s dark – but it I walked over to look east, I’m sure the transition has started. Thanks for the reminder.
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When I’m taking photos of sunset or sunrise I like to a;ternate the views, to west to east, to north, to south. They can be so very different
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I love your take on the prompt
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Thank you, Sadje. It started off with just the idea of a crypt… and kinda grew
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You’re welcome.
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🙂
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❤️
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Beautifully written, Crispina! 🙂
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Thank you, ED. It was one of those that wrote itself, channelled, as it were.
And when I get the time, I’m gonna write another love poem. I owe it to my muse
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So much the better for us! 🙂
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🙂
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I echo the above comment. Beautifully written, Crispina! 🙂
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Thank you, Sammi. Some things write themselves
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Wonderfully done, Crispina. Welcome, Light, indeed.
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Thanks 🙂 🙂 🙂
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This is a wonderful use of language Crispina, the repetition, the similar sound of words, very well done.
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Hey, poet, me. Nah, just a rhymer, like Thomas.
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Creation-like!
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Yea, a bit
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