Night

Three twitter poems on a theme.

 

Moonless night,

orange sky,

packed with cloud

and the sour taste

of city waste,

but far away,

stars light up a sky

black as dreamless sleep,

and in between

peace drops,

pearls from worlds

that have yet to wake.

 

 

Against the black,

a sliver slice,

a curved pool of light,

a rent in the fabric of the sky.

We call it moon

for want of a better word.

 

Cold glitter falls

onto a silent land

of stone and grey trees,

where grey cats prowl,

looking for love,

pad padding

on frosted tiles,

singing their wild songs

to the moon.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

4 thoughts on “Night”

  1. These are fitting well with my current night sky obsession. Hard to be depressed by the moon and stars. Last night the sliver of moon with Venus was beautiful in the dusky blue. (K)

    1. That’s one of the beauties of the countryside. In town we just don’t see the stars except for the main ones. At the place in the country I spent hours trying to find Orion amid the mass. He’s about all you see looking south here.

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