the night falls

an abstract look at an every day occurrence

the night falls

 

the night creeps forward

on silent rat-feet, looking to feed

on the vestiges of evening, the

remains of songs stamped out like wet

 cigarette butts

on star-lit streets.

 

street lamps screech like bats in zig-zag

flight, lighting only on pointed

wrought iron fences;

like the ones outside a bank

filled with a ransom demanded from

the innocent

children of hurt.

 

daylight is ready to intrude on this

macabre stage-play,

pulling curtains and breaking footlights,

pulling night away from its dampened

refuge

behind the clouded mountain,

untouched by the sun.

 

riki © 2015

 

Reviews

[Bonaventure Onuabuchi]

Daylight is ready to intrude.... From this line, I envisage hopes alighting. If the daylight should intrude and destroy the night; I think this is for good?

[dan]

My instincts tell me that day and night (light and dark) should coexist in equal measure. It is how equally we each view the two that separates good from bad, day and night, and so it goes. You think that this is good? I write so it makes others think, and enjoy of what they think. I am glad that you took from it your interpretation, your truth. Thanks for the read and review. take care...dan

[Bonaventure Onuabuchi]

I should thank you for sharing that.