The Vespertine Rituals

Listen to the darkness sing
Listen to the darkness sing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Late afternoon light narrows it’s eyes and warms the leaves’ edges with a sparkled blood-dipped crimson wash,

Vespertine shadows wrap themselves in a deeper blue and hide from the suns’ glancing beams,

In each backyard squat barbecues, singed and fat stained sit rusting in wait for the next burnt offering,

Silence falls and spreads itself thickly along the streets, only far off sprinklers pulse with white noise in the distant evening haze,

Invisible wounds sulk quietly in the dim corners of all and wait,

Wait for the thin membrane that separates worlds to rupture, wait for the rituals to begin,

light falls towards the horizon as the street lights awake from their daylong slumber, pushing their orange-yellow cascade outwards leaving pools of vague semi-darkness¬†between them and twilight reigns it’s brief monarchy over all,

The moon begins its arch into the emergent night scattering faint stars in its wake across a bruised purple sky,

A water tower, a black bulbous tripod set against the pearl-white luna orb looms as a monstrous spider over the cowering trees of the park,

each begins their journey through the darkness, cloaked in the protective anonymity of paper, paint and synthetic store-bought hair,

Distant trucks roar like forgotten caged lions as they shift gears in lowering modulated tonal moans negotiating the descent to the highway’s end,

A borrowed face forged from less transient flesh hangs before our eyes, gossamer-frail torn from the tissues of memory and worn anew,

Now trick or treat here then repeat after me,

I’ll carve your name and on that name I’ll kiss thee,

what falls in the suburbs lies lost in these trees,

Lies fallow this night between the space where we breathe,

And if we shadows have offended

While stars have rolled in ellipse descended

We walk this night, ‘cross worlds in slumber

Through fevered dreams beyond all number

 

 

Summer breeze
Summer Breeze

 

Moon King
Moon King

 

Sing lullabies in the still night air
Sing lullabies in the still night air

 

Redrum
Redrum

 

Pure beauty waits eternal
Pure beauty waits eternal

 

The Fox Sisters
The Fox Sisters

 

Spider bites and ice cream kisses
Spider bites and ice cream kisses

 

Good evening
Good evening

 

Sing to the cold fruitless moon
Sing to the cold fruitless moon

 

Your face in silence floating
Your face in silence floating

 

Worm moon
Worm moon

 

The wanderer of the night
The wanderer of the night

 

The night waits Its arms outspread
The night waits Its arms outspread

 

The dark is light enough
The dark is light enough

 

Sweet wine tears
Sweet wine tears

 

Moonlight tangled in her hair
Moonlight tangled in her hair

 

Listen to the darkness sing
Listen to the darkness sing

 

In the quite suburban sprawl
In the quite suburban sprawl

 

Grey ghosts wake
Grey ghosts wake

 

Dr. Dee
Dr. Dee

 

Beneath a yellow moon
Beneath a yellow moon

 

Deep into that darkness watching
Deep into that darkness watching

Mark Kimber 2015

All images are pigment prints 60 x 60cm and 80 x 56 cm edition of 6 + 2 Aps.

Website: markkimber.net