All entries for Sunday 15 February 2009

Phases of Day

Twilight falls, a curtain
Of melancholy settling
Over the vestiges of a summer's day.
The gnats sing in their buzzing
Choirs, and the bats' wings
Applaud them.

The vixen sneaks out of
Her earth, shoulders low,
And shrieks victory to the night,
A vicious, rust tinted
Call, to which
Three cubs cackle their accord.

Stars come out, white
As the owl's wings
Drifting
On silent winds.
Wise raptor huntsman owns
The night that is his cover.

Moon rises over,
Meadow threads shining below, as the cats
Creep on their battlements
And slink,
Over bridges
That their enemies made.

Dusky dawn arrives at last, twilight's
Other half.
The gnat's puerile music
Ends,
And a different chorus
Begins. The earth replaces its dictator:

Beast for the dove.

Sarah Cuming : 15 Feb 2009 15:51 |  Tags: Creative Writing Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem