Tower darkening on.
And now from heaven’s height,
Night showering upon,
The sleepy village site.
To what questions.
The closed window shutters,
Tight and safe from,
The torrents.
The moon's hidden play.
A game of bright here,
And gone to coy behind,
A shadow of cloudy sphere.
Is the night her playground.
To hide and seek the poetry,
Of a writer's craft,
Or his fantasy.
© gillena cox 2026
The line "Tower darkening on. And now from heaven’s height," - is from A Thunderstorm by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899)
This is atmospheric- it gives me a feeling of being a lone observer.
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Craft or fantasy indeed. That is what we are all about... both of these!
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Such a gentle piece. I love the way the moon slips in and out of sight, playing her quiet game of hide‑and‑seek with the clouds. The night really does feel like a playground for poetry . A lovely, dreamy write.
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It's very gentle and sweet in a way. But I love writing during the evenings or nigts when the world goes still. Poetry or fantasym doesn't matter.
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The night is for the poets
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Makes me think of a good fantasy novel...beautifully penned!
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I love that ending part - best time for me.
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Is the night her playground.
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Yes, Gillena, For me night is the likely time to write, one is less disturbed and more focussed
Hank
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