In The Hush Of Night

An amber street lamp casts its rays

to steal the edge off gloom,

illuminating shadowed walls

inside a darkened room.

While others slept and dreamed in bed

I glanced up at the clock,

gold pendulum swung back and forth

in time with each tick tock.

The minutes seemed to gather speed

and move at breathless pace,

no chance that Time would take a nap,

his hands skimmed round his face.

Soon vibrant chimes had echoed clear,

at one, at two, at three.

The hours had raced while I embraced

and penned my poetry.

The task complete, now satisfied,

I turned to close the door,

the clock smiled back, I swear it winked

as chimes were striking four.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I think this is one of my favourites of yours Chris. It's so bright in it's flow, which is polar to the feelings usually associated with being awake at that time, but I guess it's what you're doing at the time :)
The quiet hours are the best of moments, were the natural rhythms of your surroundings seem to beat a tempo that lulls you into quiet reflection. Perfect for writing.
And as you lay your pen down for another night.....I call that moment Oh s**t o'clock :)
We all feel your thoughts on this one, very relatable.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lorry. Oh s**t o'clock, I will never forget that expression now :) You own it. Yes, I think these lines are relatable to other poets. It's when I am at my most productive and content I guess. It's an old poem, but I think poetry is timeless. Thank you for your lovely review :)

Chris

[Lorry]

And don't forget, when alcohol is involved, it becomes silly O'clock :)

[Chris Shaw]

:)) Got any more?

[Lorry]

Yeah, stupid o'clock is with alcohol and a long walk home :)

[Chris Shaw]

.,..............:)) Hope you don't suffer that one often

[Lorry]

Drink, no... Long walks home, yes :)

[Carolynn]

I love the way this flows and reads with such ease. Burning the midnight oil I see ;)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Carolynn. My muse is quite wicked and she doesn't like me sleeping. Often gets me up in the night, penning the old line. Cow she is (lol)

Chris