Black - the ebon shade, the anti-shade to some a portentous and an ominous hue doleful, funereal, depressing Casting sinister and sullen thoughts In minds where light has been excluded To others the contrast against which life's palette gains a new black-magic glow Obsidian stars, an impish onyx moon Dark skies filled with sable cloud Mysterious beauty on a pitchblack night To all, a moment's fraction ere the universe began When all was raven-black and tranquil Soundless and eternal nothingness Interrupted by savage and spectacular explosion A dazzling beauty, only by immortals seen And raucous life, With splendid spectrum colours From blackest dark Was born P.J. Murphy (c) P.J. Murphy 2005Note: This was an entry for one of a series of Allpoetry.com contests with colour themes, this one being 'Black'
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Antishade
Labels:
Antishade,
P.J. Murphy poems,
Poetry by PJ Murphy
Location:
Wexford, Ireland
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