Sark Dark

Ink like, silk like, black velvet night,
Moon dark, Sark dark…devoid of light,
Silver chalk-dot diamonds… midnight bright,
Star spark lightning, as it might.

A shard of splintered prism glass,
Reflects the sun, rising fast, at last,
To paint the rainbow’s multi coloured mass,
And bends the rays to light the drip-dry grass.