Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Love is Darkness

by Keith Davison

When the eclipse comes
I am the wrong side of the sun
too far to stop you bearing arms
too dark to make you see
until emerging rays
make your reflection holography
and you say ‘Don’t mention the weather’,
as a rumble rolls inwards
equidistant with the sound of clanging bells
signifying a service of remembrance,
my invitation discarded and muddied.

So there’s a place where nothing exists,
no black holes where I can hide,
my cold sweat fingers locked around yours,
as you lead me, blindfolded, on trust:
even a full eclipse produces a corona
so I will follow you into the dark.

Added: 11.03.2010

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