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 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?

© gillena cox 2026

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 “My God, It’s Full of Stars”

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STARS AT NIGHT - A FOLD

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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