A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
Come more than merely morning, more than light—
Come fog that glows in misty swirls as sun
And dew combine. Come pink come blue come white
Dawn coloured clouds. Come sparrows who take flight
In shafts of gold. Come azure streaked with one
Bright blush of red. Come. Come, replace the night.
For we have had too much of night, tonight
Too much of darkness pierced with far off light
Of stars that are too numerous. Come one
Bright star, come brilliant orb, come yellow sun
While all the stars and planets take dark flight,
Come and bring your glory. Come tendrils white
That furl, unfurl, and make the black sky white
Where they touch distant edges of the night.
Come stretching rays that throw upwards in flight
Thick golden beams, each spanning out to light
The dawn pathway of the approaching sun.
Come, greet the morning. Come. Come see the one
Lone object of the night: the moon, last one
Of the celestials fading to white
With the gold dawning of the day. Come sun,
Come now! We've said good evening to the night,
Said welcome to white waxing of the light.
Our lips send forth our invocations. Flight—
Take our words! Like eagles, words take flight!
Like swifts, each bird wheeling upwards, each one
Drawing toward the fierce dawning of the light,
Wings spread and open to the morning's white
Brilliance. Come daylight, come sunshine, for night
Retreats against the rising of the Sun!
These are our invocations to the Sun,
Our words—here said aloud and given flight
To stave away the dark excess of night.
To celebrate the coming dawn each one
Word is said. Come dawn, bring forth day, bring white
Gold rays and brightened bands of falling light.
Come sun! Come bring your brilliance. All as one
These flights of words come forth. Come day! Come white
Light, dawn sun. Ascend Erupt. End the night!
Juleigh Howard-Hobson was born in Portsmouth, England and dually raised in Brooklyn and Australia. Her journal credits include The Raintown Review, Soundzine, 14 by 14, and Candelabrum.