Tag Archives: night

Listening

May 12, 2018art, Life, poem, Poetry, Wild lifebirdsong, Friends, night, nightingale, Painting, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Walking back from your house,
Orion calling to me over mine,
the glow at the next street light
burst into fluid noise, birdsong at midnight
rippling through our suburb
with no one but me to hear.
I should have gone back and got you,
taken you to hear.
But I’m still uncertain of your reaction,
pragmatic as you are,
and you need to get your students marking done.

The bird was calling out unheard
or heard only by me.
Just as you call and are unheard.
The idiot man who left you,
the sisters who think you should be
over it by now,
and only me, each Wednesday night
to listen to you as we paint.

Stars like Water

March 29, 2018astronomy, beauty, poem, Poetryastronomy, beauty, Milky Way, night, poem, poetry, sky, starsThe Cheesesellers Wife

Stars poured over sky
like water over stones
arcing through banks of vast dark.
An owl calls softly
so as to not break
the spell of night.

Give me the night

January 27, 2018cosmology, philosophy, poem, Poetrycosmology, Life, night, philosophyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Give me the night, for darkness is where creation happens.
That same night where fears emerge
in which the future cannot be seen
is also where love is made
where magic happens
where we are renewed.

Let there be light, but no, not yet.
Darkness enfolds, cherishes.
Dark matter and energy make up most of the universe
without them none of this would exist.
We were animated and brought into existence
by and in the dark.

Let us now go to the dark places for answers.

Moorland night

December 30, 2017astronomy, beauty, exmoor, poem, Poetry, winterEngland, exmoor, Life, night, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Stars pooled like milk at zenith
Coloured lights tracking across
Blinking

Deep night swallows all light
Here on the Moor

Ghosts in the Night

September 2, 2017Ghosts, Life, love, poem, PoetryGhosts, Life, Marriage, night, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Duvet deep, traitor mind fishing worries
What if, why, random fears and wretchedness
Ghosts of the day parade
Surf past on a sickening tide, clasp at my heart
Until your warm arms exorcise

Desert sky

May 27, 2017astronomy, beauty, cosmology, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryastronomy, Blogging, cosmology, Desert, Life, Milky Way, night, poem, poetry, science, science poetry, sky, space, Wadi RumThe Cheesesellers Wife

Driving in a roast red desert
Headlights staring into primeval dark
The untrammeled sky glorious

Above us a bridge of stars
Rivering between rocky horizons
At once near and so very far

Cricking my neck to see
I bounced around the back of the open jeep
Absorbing, amid the shudders, splendor

Star birth and death, worlds hidden by distance
Great glowing nebulae
Fat in the centre, a devouring black hole

Sleep takes you

April 19, 2017art, Painting, poem, Poetrydreams, insomnia, Life, night, poem, poetry, sleepThe Cheesesellers Wife

Sleep takes you

Sleep takes you and whirls you around,
Swirling you along over the ground.
Then the ground looms and you veer away, desperately climbing up towards day.
Head over heels you tumble and fall,
Speeding down like a plane caught in a stall.
Loud ringing sounds out and you wake with a start,
Lying in bed with a hammering heart.

….re-blogged from 2015….

Evening Star

February 1, 2017astronomy, beauty, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, winterastronomy, evening, evening star, Life, nature, night, poem, poetry, sky, starThe Cheesesellers Wife

As I walked to the car
I looked up and there you were
As I drove home
You hung above the road
Guiding me
Like a Wise Man
Or rather
A foolish poet
Who has fallen in love
With the evening star

Heart and soul

December 10, 2016art, poem, Poetry, Science, SFAlternate, astronomy, Fantasy, Heart and soul, Life, NASA, nature, Nebula, night, photo, poem, poetry, science, Science Fiction, spaceThe Cheesesellers Wife

Heart and soul

Something seems to have punched holes in the sky
Ringed with burning hydrogen, glowing against the dark
So we can peer through to blues, brighter stars
A sparkling alternate perhaps
Where life is sweet, death is no robber
All is bathed in glorious light
But look again, these apparent peep-holes
Are no miniatures, they are huge
Light takes hundreds of years to cross them
And millennia to arrive here with this picture
Celestial chrysanthemums colouring the sky
Tempting me to fantasy

http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap161116.html

Exmoor Evening

November 30, 2016exmoor, Life, nature, Poetryevening, exmoor, Life, nature, night, poem, sheep, sun, Sunset, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Exmoor Evening

Bone cold moon lifts over a sheep fold
Lights fleeces
Illuminates walkers breasting the darkening hill
Who pause to watch the suns display
As its fire sinks behind Dunkery Beacon