Black Blanket

December 2, 2010
By drestrerrr SILVER, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
drestrerrr SILVER, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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In the beginning, it was white in the dark.
Your house, the streets, all covered in reflective moonlight.
The pond in the park to the north was a mirror of the moon and
the birds fell tired in the rested trees.
White turned black with nighttime.
The trees, your house, the streets, the birds.
Out of sight were the stars, and all that
welcomed was a sphere, glowing pure
against a negative canvas.
But you walked in, your shirt bright.
You brought the light
and some diamonds
and it saves us. For the black, it
had begun to swallow us whole and the trees,
your house, the streets, the birds.
It ended with colors, vivid and shining
to remind us the dark is but a blanket
to keep intact the fragile feelings and
That day, you painted the sky.

The author's comments:
I wrote this during my third block creative writing class, and the object was to write a prelude except I didn't exactly know how to accomplish that. So instead, I was inspired by the dark hallway outside the classroom and from there sprouted the idea of darkness being a blanket.

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