Practice 4/30/18 Blackout Poem From Dawn Treader

digital collage from Proctor Park photo

From page 180-181 of The Dawn Treader, C.S. Lewis

Felt
Rather not
“See to it.”

All lit
The sunshine
Fully armed
On the string

Glittering
Be silent
Ears open
Enter the darkness

Vanish
Island of light
World of its own

A voice

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