MindWraith

words of twilight

In the dying light.

In the dying light.

Glass drops caught
on bare fingers
rolling down arms
lifted in a poise stilled
to the dying sun, wrapping
sheaths of light
on her skin, splaying by her sides
a dancer frozen mid-spin
Flap!
jolted, her arms flail
sparkling beads spill
shatter into the ground.


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Rafia Bilkis

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21 responses to “In the dying light.”

  7. And my impressions of your lovely poem, is that in the twilight hours, when the sun is weak, a sudden passing of a bird, maybe rushing off to roost, startles a beaded dancer in mid-step hands over her head. Whatever were your intentions, Rafia, it holds lovely imagery:)

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    • This is a beautiful image you have conjured, I lovee reading such feedbacks, I am always curious about what someone else associate with the written word. Thank you for this Karima ❤

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