Sunday, 19 June 2016

Night Cometh

Night and Her Children, Sleep and Death 1794

Ah, she comes for you, be not afraid. 
Bathe in her body, ride on her stars. 
Let the night take you;
swallow you up in the warmth of her chill. 

Anna :o] 

Kerry at Real Toads has us writing micro poetry under the theme of Death and Night.  Cheers Kerry!

I really should be in bed right now having worked through the night, but words kept whizzing around my head and became more important than sleep.  And above they are.   But I shall go to bed soon after visiting (a few) others – but will visit all across the next few days.  Zzzzzzzzzzzzz

Also shared with the good folk at Poets United.

Image:  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Artist: Asmus Jacob Carstens (1754 – 1798)

27 comments:

J Cosmo Newbery said...

That doesn't sound too bad.

thotpurge said...

In the warmth of her chill.... like that!!!

Jae Rose said...

Refined and captivating like the moon herself - who could refuse that ride

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the angle you have chosen... seems a welcome arrival after all.

blueoran said...

Amen. There is a greater embrace in the chill.

kaykuala said...

swallow you up in the
warmth of her chill.

Great lines Anna! Would be most privileged if one could be accepted with all the warmth

Hank

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Gosh!!! This is beautifully haunting, Anna :D

Old Egg said...

As long as she holds my hand it will probably be OK.

howanxious said...

Ah! So serene in its macabre scene. :-)
-HA

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Your Night is very enticing!

Outlawyer said...

Ah-- this is a lovely embrace of night. Thanks. K.

Mary said...

This gives me shivers in a good kind of way! Yes, death comes for us all,
and I like the idea that it swallows one up in the warmth of its chill.

jabblog said...

I like 'the warmth of her chill'. It's true, there's no point in fighting it . . .

Sumana Roy said...

that warmth is so very welcome; so full of peace and rest, night or death whatever it may be...love this gem Anna...

Magaly Guerrero said...

Your last line is just delicious, a balm on the senses. It makes me think of someone who is ready, who has lived, who has learned and loved...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a beautiful description of night. I love it!

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Lovely...and I adored the ending line! Get some rest.....

brudberg said...

The warmth of her chill... what a marvelous way to look at the night.

ayala said...

Great lines!

R.K. Garon said...

Very interesting read... enjoyed the whole presentation.
ZQ

drimys said...

I like this very much.

ADDY said...

No wonder you don't want to sleep! Beautifully written, as always.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh, the darkness.. Great write!

Gillena Cox said...

Intriguing Anna and your choice of image does justice to this poem, as it resonates the embrace.
Thanks for dropping on to read mine

Much love...

Jim said...

There's nothing to be afraid of, is there?
I'm a night person but I hate the dark.
I sleep with a light on--to see the rats.
..

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Ceding control to the night...I like it!

Jenny Woolf said...

A wonderful poem. I would like to share it, if that would be OK with you please?