Shrinking the dark
Photo by Nikola Knezevic on Unsplash
A Poem by Henrietta DuCap
Light pours through the gate,
shrinking the dark
apple of his eye—
in the black
I see my dim,
wrinkled reflection
looking back.
In one flash,
I watch the final fingers
of sun leave prints on
the spear that pierces his heart
and his mother’s
as the rays drain
from the turning planet.
The baby squints,
sees with me–
sees me, his pupil
follows my lips as I praise.
His hand grasps tight
the wiry white of my beard
and I need no other light.
Henrietta DuCap received her B.A. in Creative Writing from Cornerstone University, also studying fantasy literature at Oxford for a term. Her poems have appeared in several online and print journals such as Ekstasis and The Way Back to Ourselves. She lives in Lansing, Michigan with her husband and baby girl.
