#Noirvember

#Noirvember
by Kilmeny MacMichael

High on the peaks etched against the sky

turning from the tips of edgeless blades

the colour world seeks black and white

Trembling behind masks of iridescent skin

and smoke-gravelled voices

everyone deserves a place to hide

For greater depth, wait for the sun to descend

Then fog leaves glitter and cut-rate magic starts

drips and tangles petroleum powder beauty

as those who can’t afford to luxuriate in the sun

glory in the stark

In November we reach for shadow

embrace blind-striated mind

As there is no light to celebrate

which does not first move and learn to strive

through watered glossy dark

in shadow we find a century’s pulsating heart.