Poor Poet's Scroll

"No sword
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [6]
But one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word
She shook the world." - Tennyson, 'The Poet'

I may not shake the world, but I do believe in the power of words.


10. Nocturnal Melody

Golden hues leak from lamps,

pooling on the cool ground.

A flicker, a blink, a shadow goes by

as the night draws a cloak around all.


Silence slashed by the drone of a car,

A flash of artificial light.

Tail lights go streaking into the chasm

and quietness resumes all power.


Bats soar in the face of the moon.

The cries of all nocturnal things merge.

Light flickers from behind rosy curtains

and sleepers pass into the realm of dreams.


Hush, hush, for the world is quiet.

Night smiles as she embraces the earth.

 May she protect us from the beasts that creep,

our guardian angel who in health us keep.

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