Night Chant Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Night Chant

Rating: 5.0


In the silence of the night,
Fireflies flit. Their little light
Gleams above the slug's travail
Where moth hoists her tiny sail

Now the owls in secret wait
As silver snail with horns of state
Glides like a stately woodland queen
Under the north star's chilly beam

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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 November 2017

Gleams above the slug's travail in the silence of the night spark little light. Such imagery has amazing effect on brilliant expression. Under the north star's chilly beam we see this poem as a nice piece of work...10

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