Night write

by Jem Croucher

 

And in this small hour
the noir of night
inspired by flame
from candlelight
my pen finds words
succinct, contrite
and into verse
to craft and write

And in this still hour
when silence rules
reserved for poets
and for fools
a story forms
from writers tools
as craft takes form
like little jewels

And in this frail hour
when all these lines
find shape and form
and subtle rhymes
we can only thank
the still small times
as slumber calls
with distant chimes

 

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