All of the contributions to today’s ekphrastic challenge are on Paul Brookes’ blog here.
Entre chien et loup
Crepuscule, between the lights,
sun and moon, the crossbeams of gold and silver,
l’heure bleue, when the sky is a blue so intense
it touches the depths of the universe.
In the half-lights of waxing and waning,
who can tell friend from foe, dog from wolf?
And the uncertain light has a voice,
the long, slow, ripening ululation
that prickles the skin and pricks the ears,
when dog blood remembers wolf,
and we, creatures of the light,
listen in awe or fear, to the questions
whose answers we will never know.