Night Silence Desert #poetrybyglossarch

Night Silence Desert


Following the sunken sun
Into the depths of the West,
Venus scatters a handful
Of newborn stars.


Beneath the cowl of night
Silence awakens.

Stepping softly, she passes by
Without disturbing a stone
Or interrupting the flight of owls
On their nightly quest
For mice.


Silence lingers over the
Bones of the earth
Heaped under the rising sun.

And now these stones are baking
Like bread, and we are tempted
By visions of distant hills
That shiver and jump in tortured atmosphere
Like flames that do not burn
What they touch, and clouds gather
Over mountains paved in sapphire

Thunder steps across the hills
And the trees all


About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace
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