A powerful light shines in the dark.

A light in the dark. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Don’t let my light go out.

That plea haunting at night

When she felt her prana slack, her chi fade

When alone with no one about


Don’t let my light go out:

She whispered in the dark

Examined the babble of scribes

The words she now began to doubt


Don’t let my light go out!

Not now, not with a life half-lived

Her life-force as yet unspent;

Angry at last she began to shout


Curses at the images


©Millicent Danker

3 August 2013




You called?

Your flash of shuddering electricity summoned me.

What do you say to me?

Your storm rages on, I hear only that constant hum.

I try to listen to your words. I close my eyes to make you come.

I hear only that constant hum

Of plentiful rain coming down.

Your messenger cries out,

wet feathers twitching on barbed wire

in exaggerated show from my window

Do you will that I turn away to find the words to say?

You roar some more and clap thunder

Your sky drones on and rumbles in anger

Shutting down the light; drowning out all sight.

What do you say to me, O master?

English: Roll of rusty barbed wire on a farm

Roll of rusty barbed wire on a farm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

© Millicent Danker

17 May 2013


Tejas Nair Photography Silent Night

Tejas Nair Photography Silent Night (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She strikes terror, this night
Creates monsters out of light
Churns stomachs with imaginings slight
Sight dims, the din
of noises strange and thin.

She goes with loneliness, this night
Unwelcomed and loveless
To drink away till dawn
To put out when morn
Breaks free with new flight

© Millicent Danker
22 September 1999


Days of my life now numbered,
I gaze into an abyss, see a lone star set
in diamond-girded surrounds, yet
its fickle-sparkle sputters and dims.
I know it is transient in beauty,
I know, as I stare, I will cry

for it must die and so too I.

Your might is as ever, O eternal one
You hold my life-force in your hand
Like the lone star at first flush of dawn,
I too will fade,
I too am doomed to slide
down the bank of beyondness

where I will be in your oneness.

Where all stars dwell,
when their light runs out.

28th February 2013

Millicent Danker

The Artist

English: View of the crescent moon through the...

View of the crescent moon through the top of the earth’s atmosphere. Photographed above 21.5°N, 113.3°E. by International Space Station crew Expedition 13 over the South China Sea, just south of Macau (NASA image ID: ISS013-E-54329).  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Eyes feast on a bit of sky
over an English countryside
through the lens of a train window, moving
An azure strip washed over the horizon
Ribbons of pearl and purple like satin shreds painted in
pink streaks overhead, flying

Fringed with white lace, now here, then gone
A new palette and a newer sky
come to view in one move, shuddering
The autumn light is a burnished amber
its first hues raw and fresher
Then a stroke of night appears
lustrous street light peers
through brushed clumps of dark trees
Beyond, dots of grey sheep like fat maggots from afar

Sunset Over Earth (NASA, International Space S...

Sunset Over Earth (NASA, International Space Station Science, 07/18/10) (Photo credit: NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center)

curl together

in a deepening mass of muddied grassland

Station in frontal view, then
black tunnel vision ends

with colours running riot
The artist defying bounds with molten gold sunset
A masterful hand with densely-textured plate
hanging thinly over the earth’s slate
suspended in purple pool of atmospheric gases
Enhanced with a patina of smoky patches

I gape.

Millicent Danker

2000 / 2013



Garden drunk in the quiet and the brush
of valley lush
A lake, a boathouse
A circle of dark trees
The silence heavy, witnessing
The air sharp, tickling
the nostrils
Bare feet tingling
on a corridor of sun across
the wet grass, showing
dewdrops on the blades
strung like cobwebs
touched, they disappear

A rabbit appears, scuttles off
in busy fear
Keats remembered
An airplane drones in the sky
reminder of cities and business
We sip hot chai
before heading to our choices
I find a spot, enchanted
by its aloneness
I chant, absorbed in
The Self
My eyes thus, bathed in
light, remain shut
to the world outside …

Refreshed by divine essence
they mirror my soul
when I come to
I look at people with liquid love

Millicent Danker

18th June 1999