In the darkness there is fear of what we do not know where moonlit silhouettes change frequented pathways through accustomed landscapes to unfamiliar tunnels hooded by shadows obscured by gloom alive with the colourless and hidden In black night confusion and disorientation assert themselves by seeding doubt Insubstantial surroundings draw an inky deception across the known world where that latent but ever present dread of losing our way will always prevail
Today, the dVerse challenge was from Linda to pick one line from a Jim Harrison poem and use it as an epigraph for a poem inspired by that line. I chose, “Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.”- Remote Friends, Jim Harrison. https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/25/poetics-songs-of-unreason/