The moon beyond it crescent phase
A mere sliver of light
How can this be the maiden ruler
Of what we call the night?
For her timeless journey
Has brought her to the brink
And in yet one more passing of the sun
Will turn her night to ink
Padre
Orange and red – dance the flames
Damp logs – low whistles release
As wood more seasoned crackles and pops
In a distant tree an owl lets loose a screech
Breaking the sense of nocturnal peace
A blanket unrolls before the blaze
In anticipation of rest at end of day –
A brief repose now the day is done
Journey continues with rising sun
Padre
Brilliant flash
Following roar
Waking me from
My midnight snore
Storm rumbling in the night
Hopefully passed by dawn’s new light
I dread to think of emerging forth
In the face of driving rain
And electric force
Padre
Spectral image through the night does pass
Beneath the spangled ceiling celestial
Light amongst lights the darkness she does flash
Padre
A whisper?
Faint breath upon the evening breeze
Wordless voice of speaker unseen
You have captured my fascination
Though but why I have no explanation
Yet my ear seeks again your voice to hear
Perhaps to catch your message clear
Do not taunt me with silence now
As I latch upon the chance – your whisper to recieve
I, your devoted auditor avow
That your utterance shall be held precious
If you but once again grace my ear
Padre
To bathe in moonlight
To dance beneath the stars
To revel in the darkness
Guided by stellar Polar
And in this nocturnal bliss
Uninhibited in the night veil
To chance an imbrace and kiss
And each other’s breath inhale
Padre
The horizon dims to the west
As Helios’ orb dips beneath the crest
Thus comes the end of another day
And Nocturne’s realm shall take sway
The twinkling host shall soon appear
Against the heavens sable veneer
Padre
Ancient structure in the dead of night
A seeming dead end by torchlight
Is it a sanctuary – or an awaiting plight?
Padre
Night time
The darkest realm
The nocturnal dwellers
Scarcely aware of the coming
Sunlight
Morning
A place by night dwellers eschewed
They prepare for their sleep
In the dawn hour’s
brightness
Night time
The darkest realm
The nocturnal dwellers
Unaware of the coming sun
Spread wings
Unknown
Is the bright times of the daylight
For they in darkness rest
At the sunrise
They sleep
Padre
Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week is to write using a poem by Sue Vincent as our theme. I have chosen the line: “sun rises unseen” as my prompt. I have used a mirrored mirrored cinquain (if that is a thing) as my form.
In a cabin in the woods –
As from Summer to Autumn time bends
The cotton blossom has all been picked –
Leaving but bare brown stems.
The family together – safe secure
With trust in God and one another
The changing seasons brings no fear
And as the sun begins to set – heading to night,
As the night owl begins her evening flight
Our family hold each other warm and tight
Padre
Paint Chip Poetry #43: Prompt – To Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley. “Our paint chip words and phrases are cabin in the woods, deviled eggs, cotton, Aquarius, blossom, showtime, and night owl. The bonus angel card is trust . . . . Use however many of these words and phrases you want. I don’t plan to use them all this week, just to mix things up a bit.”
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