Night accompanies with a slice of solace
A cup of charcoal sky simmers with a chameleon moon
How i luv your spooky accusations
Ghosts, goblins headless horsemen
Wandering through the heads of poets and dreamers
Night trails on the hem of my skirt
The lullabys of a doting mother
The bedtime stories children crave
Night carries it own agenda of wants and wishes
That nusiance no one appreciates is night
When the night is too long for a herd of cattle or sheep
Counted in infinite anguish
Night is the tortorous slave master
Admonishing his serfs to the toil of numbering
Oh night who has conceived thee
To darkness and the gesture of an afterthought of stars?
This "night" I recognize. This ode to its many faces I love, Gillena. The detailed descriptions and the quizzical tone they end with -- so relatable! There are too many phrases that are perfectly bewitching, but I loved that last line. Just the perfect note to end with in this beautiful ode to the night. 🧡
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I love your wonderfull imaginative poem, Gillena. Your image of night trailing on the hem of your skirt is really great!
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A wonderful journey to a night a rarely have seen
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You captured the many faces of night! Well done
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Such fun, enjoyable imagery here, Gillena.
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Such great writing in this piece. The first stanza drew me in. Great poem.
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