Involuntary Reaction

Sonnet

Involuntary reaction.

 

Twilight ere the moon has risen.

The magic hour twixt night and day.

Frees night creatures from their prison.

Releases them to play or prey.

Sometimes the shadows coalesce

and assume solidity.

Which may frighten or impress.

They come and go mysteriously.

We can’t be sure that what we see

are harmless shadows out to play.

They could be conceivably.

Night predators hunting for prey.

Though we may pretend otherwise

We pray for Mother Moon to rise.

 

Sunday, 11 December 2011

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Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

Short and sweet. The image is sublime.