Night colour creeps

I wrote this for Colleen’s poetry challenge then realised I’d done it wrong on two countsβ€”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 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,




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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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