Horrors of the night

Inspiring prose

“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (As I walked out one Midsummer morning)

Poem

 claustrophobic darkness
 not-s0-romantic a night
 prickly, sick dreams
 make me long for light
  
 I wonder what a poet sees
 in decaying slices of the moon
 thick, dark, smoky layers
 stars pushed in cloud cocoons
  
 a lonely heart somewhere
 croons a melancholy song
 I drift from exhaustion to sleep
 it will be dawn before long… 

Tuesday Poetics: : Literary Alchemy with Laurie Lee