Recently I've been writing poetry and fiction again, it feels good. I'm not sure where this poem came from or exactly what it's about, but here it is. It has an eerie Halloween supernatural feel to it, so in time for the witching season, and all that's spooky in the night, here it is:
Blue Lights
unexpected, blue lights appear
in this isolation, and through
the thin cracks in the rough wood,
glowing mists invite, even while repelling
a cold silence makes itself known, waiting
we hear its breathing
dreams, night walking, forgetfulness
only slivers of mists and light beams remain
jarring realities intrude, mundane violences, abrupt commands
we don’t understand, we don’t remember
but sense invisible connections anyhow
we believe there’ll be a reveal in the retelling, no matter
how fragmented
memory has a sentience all its own
~ regan lee, october 2010
[Photograph by Regan Lee]
