Sidney Beck Poet Quatrain

Conjurer

CONJURER



In imagined corners of her darkened room
My child sensed  insensible terror
And her fear conjured danger and gloom
Since she knew not of her error :

For fear is the only darkness  -
So we set about befriending the black
And understanding the starkness
Of mere  light’s  lack

With stories and tales of a burrowing  rabbit
And other creatures feathered and furred
Who live in the dark out of habit,
Singing the songs of the sightless bird

Or  of  dwarfs toiling in a black mine
Deep down in the pitch
Looking for gold and diamonds fine 
And not even seeing which is which 

These leaps of her mind 
Were the start of the light
Which helped her conjure and find
Imagined friends on the darkest night.

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Matthew Horstkotter May 13, 2013 at 11:47 AM Very well written.

Carol Sunshine Brown September 21, 2012 at 3:51 AM Thank you for sharing your outstanding writing with us Sidney. I enjoyed reading it this morning. Have a wonderful weekend. Love, Carol

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl September 20, 2012 at 11:45 AM Our eldest used to suffer form night terrors it was awful, we spent many hours trying to help him get through the dark nights without fear but at twenty five he still isn't that comfortable lovely quatrain Sydney xx