The Secret Keeper’s words don’t usually keep rolling around in my head, but today they have…says Queen Procrastinator.
In the deep of the night,
When the bold stars stare,
And the moon swings low
Over fields, beware,
For the harm that is done
When the sky is dark,
In the folds of the sheets
Before calls the sweet lark,
And the acts without thought
For the long years ahead,
Will come back to haunt you,
Where lost innocence bled.
2 thoughts on “In the deep of the night”
More stars and birds, but totally different.
“Where lost innocence bled” is so powerful, and I think of the literal bleeding of a virgin raped.
(Too much of this going on, and too much reading about it.)
The poem and painting go together perfectly, and when I clicked on the image I discovered it’s at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I don’t remember it, but if I find it there, I’ll think of you. 🙂
It’s possibly out on loan a lot, since it’s a Degas. The alternative title of the painting is ‘The rape’ which is appropriate. Glad you liked the poem 🙂