Hello dear poets!

Welcome to the last May Monday afternoon (my midnight). It is showtime now and let the prima donna Ms. Quadrille take the centre stage. Dim the lights, sit in the shadows, for she is appealing to your dark side to emerge under the darkling sky. Pull up the shroud of darkness and spill your darkest deeds/secrets!

Okay, let’s cut the drama. Darkness is often defined as a lack of illumination, an absence of visible light. There are, of course, degrees of darkness; from the complete darkness on a moonless night to the darkness of a room illuminated by candlelight. Darkness is open to interpretation, since it’s defined as a lack of light. There’s also a figurative darkness, which can represent wickedness, sadness, ignorance, or simply mystery. The emotional response to darkness has generated metaphorical usages of the term in many cultures, often used to describe an unhappy or foreboding feeling.

The polarity of Light and Dark through a myriad of pop culture franchises and ancient texts is almost always portrayed as a war between good and evil.

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But darkness can also mean peace, rest and relaxation. Everyone wants to rest when it is dark. Birds fly to their nests at dusk. Cattle return to their homes. Most of the working men and women get free from their work by the evening. It is the law of nature to work during the day and rest during the night. Dark clouds bring rain which is vital for life on the earth. Black Nightingale sings beautifully during monsoon. Dark eyes and hair have been topic of poetry since times immemorial.

 Read this lovely poem “The dark forest” by Edward Thomas.

‘Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead

Hang stars like seeds of light

In vain, though not since they were sown was bred

Anything more bright’.

Or read “Storm Fhttps://poets.org/poem/storm-fearear” by Robert Frost.

“When the wind works against us in the dark,

And pelts the snow

The lower chamber window on the east,

And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,

The beast,

‘Come out! Come out!’”

And Darkness by Lord Byron.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

So today, Fellow lovers of our poetry form of 44 words, it is time to darken your pristine white pages. Craft us a poem of dark thoughts, darker humour, darkest deeds or a darkling glance or maybe the darkness of soul! Use any form of the word darkness and write a poem. Then link back to this post. Paste the link of your post over at Mr.Linky. Remember the link will remain open till Sunday midnight. Happy quadrilling!!