The Eye of Morning

The Eye of Morning


I am the arrow of dawn, and

rise as the archer kneels,

strains his bow, sets the sky ablaze,

dissolves at the borderland

between light and shade, Heaven

and Hell; his firebrands mere crass

cascades of incendiary petals,

guttering in chiaroscuro swells.

Behold the evanescent rose-glow

of morning's opening eye.


Chris Hubbard

Perth. 2016


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Chris Hubbard

Tue 24th Oct 2017 03:34

Thanks to David and Stu for their generous and encouraging words. I honestly do not know how I generated this image, but in any event, it seemed like an excellent way to start a new day!

All the best,


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Stu Buck

Fri 20th Oct 2017 14:56

lovely stuff. i read this under a depressingly grey welsh sky but your words transported me exactly where you wanted them to

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