The dark in the west is deep –
A rogue chunk of night,
Drifting like an iceberg.

The breeze, spiced with damp earth.
Wind chimes blunder into song.
Thunder roots in the edges.

Close behind this Gotterdammerung
The sky turns a page of blue:
A disappointing novel,
Read in a single glance.

(First published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, 2022 – thanks to Editor Strider Marcus Jones)