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Nightkeeper

By LaurenBeard, Leesburg, VA

I left at dusk to make my nightly rounds.
First, I cupped the sun in my hands,
Suffocating its boasting radiance to a humble glow.
I painted over the waning gold marble:
Soft dabs along the russet and crimson horizon;
A waxy harvest shrouded by clouds of cotton amaranth
Nested softly in a cornucopian sky;
Followed by caressing brushstrokes of cerulean.
With the disappearing of the glowing peach
I bathed the entire sky in a liquid charcoal;
Shiny, like blood, and elegantly chatoyant.
I wandered a nearby meadow.
I signaled the entrances of insects and critters in a twilight nocturne.
Clicks and chirps resounded in harmony
With cicada’s percussive strokes,

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5 comment(s)
MumfordandSons27
Really great poem. Your creativeness is clear. I am super jealous (:
Feb. 10, 2013 at 9:46 PM • Report
Suhaima
Oh...my...'Twas a beautiful poem. Some poems lack in vision, while others lack in creativity, yours is abundant in both. I really, really, honestly, and genuinely enjoyed this piece . 
Feb. 10, 2013 at 6:50 PM • Report
LaurenBeard
Thank you so much, your comment really means a lot. :) I am so flattered that you enjoyed my poem!
Feb. 11, 2013 at 7:53 PM • Report
Yellow
Great poem, loved the description and word choice. I've never read a poem like it. Hope you keep writing. :) 
Feb. 10, 2013 at 4:20 PM • Report
LaurenBeard
Thank you very much, I am happy to hear you enjoyed my poem!
Feb. 11, 2013 at 7:55 PM • Report
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