When the sun comes up

by kim blades, writer

Against a rinsed blue sky

the sun comes up entirely gold

no pink or purple streaks of dye

a new dawn painted on a canvas bold.

The horizon’s a gleaming, molten shield

the sun a powerful ascending disc

spilling fire over forest, savanna and field

warming earth and evaporating mist.


Light is spread and darkness devoured

warm thermals rise high and owls go to roost

dormice are safer and fish eagles empowered

leopards copy owls and wild-dogs run loose.


An event of raw, evocative power

an umblemished sky cradling a golden cup

the pure, primal dawning hour –

when the sun comes up.




5 Comments to “When the sun comes up”

  1. This is really lovely, Kim. “A new dawn painted on a canvas bold” is such a beautiful description.

  2. Thanks Robbie. I was inspired by the stunning sunrise this morning in Durban.

  3. Reblogged this on The Militant Negro‚ĄĘ.

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