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Today's post features something old and something
new all concerns of Night; starting with a revisit of
2012 fireworks haiga at Lunch Break



NIGHT
its an August night, which ends the celebration
of a day of note, to self governing feats;
with the colours of the rainbow, spitting fire
across the the dragon lakes, of shadowed clouds,
its spectacle: red, orange, blue, iridescent;
stars, far and wide, in between the loud
booms, of remembered warfare, of who owns me
now? who owned me then? therefore who owns what?
a people, a nation, twin islands under a moon;
yet wisdom of birds rest their chirps in roost,
and night squarkers are hidden somewhere,
where no one hears a feather rustle;
but tree shadows observe the pointing
fingers, the breath of awe, of innocence,
of children in achievement, and continuance
this response termed identity.
© gillena cox 2015


Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Night