Night colour creeps

I wrote this for Colleen’s poetry challenge then realised I’d done it wrong on two counts—it’s a nonette, not an etheree, and I didn’t use synonyms. I’m tired. Here it is anyway, and I’ll write another poem for the challenge. The painting is by Evelyn de Morgan.

Night_and_Sleep_-_Evelyn_de_Morgan_(1878)

Night colour creeps among evening trees,

seeps into the dark ocean green,

filling hollows where the sun

had shone with softest grey.

Dove and pigeon-plumed

night falls silent

as fox pads,

owl flight,

sleep.

 

 

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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.

33 thoughts on “Night colour creeps”

      1. She was an interesting person. I like how her women look as though they could punch you in the face if the need arose, not like the women painted by the male Pre-Raphs who all look consumptive.

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