2022.9 Tenebrae

A #Mothra, courtesy of Beth Hartley, via Poetry Non-Stop’s prompt for the day (inspired by an image from StormHour):

There
is a
beauty in contrasts:
opposites propping each other
up, providing a backdrop, swapping
light for dark, and vice versa,
all the while building to a crescendo,
dipping in and out, weaving a foundation for
loud that only works because the quiet came first.
And now that sudden hush as reality creaks, waiting, breath
held, for the cloudburst, the ecstasy of finally just letting go...

And oh, the relief, as all the loud and bright and
dark, soft and jagged, haggard and hopeful, tangle, the way
they’ve been waiting to, the way they were made
to take up space, even if just for
this one moment, this breathing, heaving respite
from holding still, from tamping down.
from that difficult frown of
hiding from the neighbours.
No matter now.
Just breathe.
There.

Image: Shower Over Jodrell Bank by Mark Boardman, via StormHour

I find Mothras difficult, it turns out, because my brain has mastered syllable counting at a pretty much unconscious level these days, but word-counting doesn’t fit my rhythmic nature! Or something. Anyway, it was nice to give this a go. Why not try it on yourself via the ever-present Concrete and Repeating Poetry Forms Spreadsheet?

(It was also very pleasing to discover the multiple meanings of tenebrae...)