I used this day’s prompt rather loosely. (https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-13/)
I hate the word “crepuscular”.
I refuse to accept that it means
What it means.
It attaches to images of rays
of sunlight, piercing through clouds,
the light of life, of creation,
so often used as a metaphor
for the light of god.
Such an ugly word for such
a beautiful thing! Such a
muscular sound for so
delicate a thing. Such a
stuffy word for so
spiritual a thing.
It’s the wrong word
For what it is.
John the Librarian 