Midnight Hours

Midnight Hours

A Poem by Chris Shaw

in the wicked witching hour
every winking twinkling star
came out of its hiding place
.
as roller blind shifted position
to reveal a crystal clear expanse
of silky dark sequinned sky glow
.
miles of tiny shiny spangles
a silent seranding song from
the heavenly bodies above
.
not a wisp of cloud in sight
away from the city lights where
pollutions's veiled fog hovers
.
every single one pristine
polished to gleaming perfection
in each direction you cared to look
.
no finer sight will you see
than the glory of galaxies afar
embracing our blue planet
.

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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The witching hour, which I suppose to be midnight, isn't nearly as scary as "dead time", which is generally deemed from 3 to 4 a.m., to me. Some sketchy stuff goes on in the wee hours of the morning. I don't really believe in ghosts but I've had some strange experiences with things I would consider "not normal". But this poem wasn't frightening at all despite the reference. In fact, it was quite beautiful, I love to stargaze and I enjoyed the read.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Pleased you enjoyed the read Fabian and you weren't spooked by it :) I appreciate your thoughts alwa.. read more



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I wish we could still see the stars but now the sky is faded - or is that us?

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Could be a bit of both Winston. Thank you for your visit.

Chris
spectacular poem. there is nothing like the night sky when you are away from the city

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Dale, yes the pollution in the city doesn't help star gazers. We get out in the sticks, on.. read more
Wicked, witching, winking, twinkling, tiny, shiny, lovely stuff here. Thank you.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thank yous Andrew. Pleased you stopped by. Have a good day.

Chris
The witching hour, which I suppose to be midnight, isn't nearly as scary as "dead time", which is generally deemed from 3 to 4 a.m., to me. Some sketchy stuff goes on in the wee hours of the morning. I don't really believe in ghosts but I've had some strange experiences with things I would consider "not normal". But this poem wasn't frightening at all despite the reference. In fact, it was quite beautiful, I love to stargaze and I enjoyed the read.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Pleased you enjoyed the read Fabian and you weren't spooked by it :) I appreciate your thoughts alwa.. read more
beautiful poem chris. and you are right no finer sight than a clear unimpeded view of the universe. best part of vacation was staying up late at night and looking upon the heavens from atop the mountains

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Your vacation sounded marvellous Ken. Have a good day and thanks for checking this old poem out.
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I absolutely adore the nighttime, especially the more midnight, darker hours, and I think the way you wrote this, conveyed all the mystery and darkness beautifully. I LOVED the way you explained the stars- coming out of their hiding place is just so, so good! Each line you write is breathtaking. A silent serenading song, roller blind shifted position, not a wisp of cloud in sight, it’s all absolutely wonderful and I think one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever read on here. It captures the night perfectly, exactly how it feels and it’s so inspiring. I’ve been having writers block and I think you just chipped some of it away! Thank you for sharing. (:

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Dear Colacat, I am humbled by this lovely, encouraging review. So pleased you enjoyed this poem and .. read more
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Star gazing on a clear night... They are so pristine, so amazing... It's a pleasure watching them twinkling. It seems they are talking to themselves and their pure joy will touch us by a heavenly wind or an unstained dew Drop. A magnificent sight shared by you here... So soothing

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Sima, thank you for that lovely review. Your thoughts are always welcomed and appreciated. Love acro.. read more
Awh the glory of the galaxies
in all.its splendour offers
such a magnificent view
your poetic verse takes
the reader there showing
us the bewitching midnight
hours.

Nice work

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Many thanks Fran Marie. Have always been a star gazer.

Chris
  Fran Marie

3 Years Ago

you're so
very welcome
you took me there, seeing what you saw.

no finer sight will you see
than the glory of galaxies afar
embracing our blue planet

indeed not - especially the way you describe it. i need to look up at night more often but as i get older i'm asleep for such wondrous spectacles. great stuff ... :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Ha ha. You are thinking of my dust motes poem :) I can assure you, there will be no dusting. I am mo.. read more
Re-Pete

3 Years Ago

lol. i remember well that poem but if i'm not mistaken you mentioned it again in passing somewhere .. read more
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

:))...............
Two nights ago I looked up to see two stars. That's it. I remember years ago looking up at night and seeing so many in the sky and now hardly anything. I miss them and I envy your visions of them.

Nicely done, Chris.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Tim. I wrote this last year when we were boating, out in the middle of the country. Fabul.. read more

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