Robbie Gamble



The moon slid into place as advertised
Across the sun, one summer afternoon.
I stepped outside to feel what charged the air,
Drawn to the change, the modulating light
That caused the birds to settle for the night.
I gazed up, the corona hanging there
Was streaming shadows, beams of light and gloom
That barred the earth, and held me hypnotized.

He once encouraged us to walk in light,
For those who walk in darkness mostly stumble.
But I feel pinned at this penumbral edge
Where light and dark both awe and draw a wedge
Between safe home and craved constructs that crumble.
Slide on, eclipse—  expose my appetites!





“Penumbra” was originally published in the 2005 Frost Foundation Anthology.