We see the full eclipse
of this baby sun at dawn.
So many decades across
how do we know now
why she was alone,
lost, in the wilderness
of unknown city streets.
What we saw was
how the soft pink light
sank slowly into the dark!
what vile moon cast its shadow on her.
Was she a diamond ring
or diamond beads in a string
when she came out
of the dark chamber
of long bars?
11 thoughts on “Dark Sun”
She does look so vulnerable, but I hope that she was tough enough to make it through.
Such a tragic story, but she seems to be a survivor.
You’ve done such a beautiful job with this photo. Your poetic language just seems so vulnerable…as does she in this photo. This little feet dangling there….and the quizzical look on her face….the idea of the eclipse — so many years have gone by since this was taken…and “what vile moon cast its shadow on her” carries out the scene you’re depicting so very well. I did read that this little girl was found wandering the streets (in the real report)….so your idea of coming out of the bars is actually realistic. I wonder what happened to her? That’s the thing with all these photos….we wonder….
How beautiful and touching.
A wonderful take, wonderfully humane! Poetic as well. Great job!
This photo leaves us so wanting to know the rest of the story! I do hope it’s the benevolent moon and not the vile moon that shined upon her!
I love the sensitivity of this poem. The diamonds and darkness imagery make beautiful contrasts.
Nice portrayal of this child. It makes me want to know more about her.
It does make me wonder how she made out. That’s a good direction to go there, lost little girl. You gave it a good vibe
This poor little sweetie! I enjoyed your sunset and “vile moon” imagery as well as the black bars.
Indeed tragic and beautiful! I wonder the same now!