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Eating the Dark

October 25, 2010 · 3 Comments

Eating the Dark


I walk upstairs with you
into the dark
and you feel safe,
not right away, but, eventually
you become the dark.
You put it on
like a coat. You eat it
like a bar of chocolate.
Or you spit it out.
It is yours, this
dark to explore
get to know. Look
under the bed
or into the cupboard.
Close your eyes in the dark.
I am there,
even when I’m not,
so are you.

—– Ronna Bloom, January 14, 2010 at the Spontaneous Poetry Booth.

Victoria Littman, who worked at Accessibility Services, died on October 11, 2010. She asked me to write a poem for her son who was scared of the dark. This poem is sent out in her memory.


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