Dark Nights Memories, 13x4’ from the ceramic abstract sculpture memory series
This sonnet accompanies the piece:
When Darkness Falls
When darkness falls, it might
Not be the dark of night—
Perhaps it is the hollow
Deeply laid, out of sight,
A lamp inside that sheds no light—
No opening to follow.
Dismiss the outstretched hand,
Trim the outsized hopes
That never had a chance to land—
As eyes retreat and heartbeat drones,
Alert to squeak and bang.
Darkness shows the map of stars
The twink and glimmer of a path—
The lightfooted way at last.
Elisabeth Frischauf © 2018