Out of soot, ink or sand, California bred writer, Melody Bromma, crafts songs, plays, columns and poetry. Touched deeply by the events in Paris, where she once lived, Melody Bromma turns her pen to crafting a poetic homage to The City of Light. A prayer for peace, it could be about Israel or New York or wherever the darkness persists in dimming the light.
City of Light
By Melody Bromma
Dead of night descending
a deafening blight arriving
on the backs of crows alighting
wings of soot, boots and noise
Death and night plummeting
barking lights cascading
into a fleeing heart, bleeding
the crows and blacksmiths reaping
Widowed City of Light
a brackish brawny night
has come to dim you
rape you and steal your moon
But shadows feed on fright
Darkness is merely absence
Of truth and love and light
Soon dawn will eat the night
Crows return to their nest of woe
like Nazi’s crippled by their own blows
The metal stones they’ve thrown
turn to pennies in the morning glow
Darkness does not exist
Fear will not persist
Even night cannot resist
Dawn in the City of Light
In memory of Hubert F. J. Bromma