The day is ending, let’s go outside,
and watch the sky slip into night
come, hold my hand, I’ll be your guide
as we wander through the fading light.
Around the clearing, the brittle-gums
stand tall in sunset-tinted columns
and honey the air as darkness comes
with massed bouquets of tiny blossom.
And on this stage among the trees
the couples form then float apart
pirouetting in the evening breeze
as from the gullies the night-rise starts.
A hundred maidens flutter by
pursued by a hundred eager swains
against the pale blue evening sky
and take with them the day’s remains.
Their peasant cloaks now drawn in tight
fastened, hiding brighter hues
the dancers leave us for the night
and the stage is put to other use.
So this dance ends, the next begins:
comes darting above the canopy
hunger born on cellophane wings –
hover and strike – how uncannily
their preys’ moves they anticipate.
Large eyes tracking tiny forms
and in a minute they decimate
the terrified and swirling swarms.
But darkness, risen like a tide,
has washed away the last pink light
and all the dancers depart to hide
wherever it is they spend the night.
And we also turn and leave this sight,
retrace our steps and go back inside.
My holiday writing project is to complete at least 16 ‘hours’ poems. I wrote a few a couple of years ago, as part of a back and forth with another writer of poems with times as the titles. I always meant to complete a full day but never have, although there are a few from around then on this blog. So this is my re-boot of that project. By the end of the holidays I want to have an April witch sort of poem for each hour from waking to going to sleep.
I would really love it if anyone else wants to join in and we can link to each other’s ‘hours’ poems. No particular form, and I’m going to try to use several different forms, generally shorter than this.
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Cool idea! And I love this poem. It feels old fashioned and lyrical but so beautifully depicts an Australian summer evening. I will try and join in your hours project. Haven’t had a lot of luck producing a poem the last few days but if I just have to describe an hour, that’s a good narrowed field.
That would be great! Do you want to just do whatever hours come to mind for you, or do more of a back and forth, or a sequence?
I don’t mind. Say we do a sequence … how would that work. You did an early morning one shall I do one to follow that?
Sounds good. I’ve done 0700 and 0800, so I’ll pick up with 0900 next. Or maybe I’ll fill in 0600 – I’m usually awake then, I think it’s the beta-blockers. You can start with whenever your day begins. 🙂
OK. Willngive it a shot! 🙂
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