Midnight Muse Poem by Ro'in Mao

Midnight Muse

Rating: 4.3

With night-hued shadows dance the silver strips
Of lovely Mistress Moon's visage ashine.
The crickets sing the fairness of her lips,
Their strings lay praise in rows out line by line.
The hushed breeze that sunlessness made cool
E'er lightly strokes the trees with loving care.
The father of the world prepares their beds of mool
And paths them soundlessly into his ware.
So thus the dark shall shroud unwary eyes
And dye their sight the shade of Death's best suit,
In doing once brought end to mankind's lies,
By snipping specious sages at their root.
The deed was swift, no sleeping beast did hear—
The wilder of the night twitch'd not an ear.

Midnight Muse
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: night
Rajnish Manga 21 June 2017

Your ability to paint a particular moment of nature is unmatched. Loved reading it. I can feel the thrill of this narrative. Thanks, Dear Poet.

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Renji Mao 21 June 2017

Thank you too! It helps that I am acquainted with the workings of Chinese poetry, which by nature is very image-oriented.

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Gajanan Mishra 21 June 2017

One father - the sky, one mother- the earth, and we are all here.

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