NIGHT
I wear the sky like a silken gown
flecked with silver stitches.
Cool as a breeze and light on my feet,
I drift through the street, unfettered and free,
then slip
away
with the dawn.
© 2016 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Ann Rider has challenged us to write poems about places of refuge and solace this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our November 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, November 25th, and one lucky participant will win a copy of BEFORE MORNING by Joyce Sidman, illustrated by Beth Krommes, courtesy of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Books for Young Readers.
It's a different look at 'refuge', and wonderful, Michelle. I love those "silver stitches".
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda. I wasn't sure I'd be able to pull one off this month, but the muse was kind.
DeleteBeautiful, Michelle!
ReplyDeleteI Love the words you used in your poem and how they drift away at the end Beautiful Michelle
ReplyDeleteThanks very much, Jessica.
DeleteAbsolutely dreamy, Michelle!
ReplyDeleteHalf-sleep seems the best state for me to write in these days!
Delete"Flecked with silver stitches..." Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Liz. :)
DeleteGorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThanks, David.
DeleteWow! This is fabulous, Michelle! You have a way with words!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Diane. Means a lot coming from you!
DeleteThis is a really beautiful poem, Michelle. Just lovely. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosi. :)
Delete"Night" seemed to slip off your tongue effortlessly, how lovely Michelle!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle. She was a slippery one, that's for sure. But in the end, I caught her. ;)
DeleteLovely Michelle!
ReplyDeleteThanks, BJ!
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