When Night Calls Time On Day

When Night Calls Time On Day

A Poem by Chris Shaw

What happens to the sinking sun
when night calls time on day?
Does he wave to say goodnight
before he slips away?

Does he shout his shifts all done,
then weary from the heat,
discards his sweaty yellow shirt
and the sandals on his feet?

Does he take a cooling bath
after he shaves his head?
Then gives his Mum a night, night kiss
as he gets into bed?

And does he rest his squeak clean cheeks
on pillows edged with lace,
clicks the switch of a bedside lamp
with a smile upon his face?

Then finally a lullaby
could soothe him into sleep,
but turn him first upon his side
his snores will make you weep.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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A very cute and sweet poem:) Full of imagination that somewhere makes you get lost in your childhood. I loved the way you asked it as a question using does he. In India it's currently the typical summer time and this poem makes me really wish that if this poem could be really true during day time also :D

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Anjeline. I really appreciate your thoughts and your visit.

Chris
Love this 'nursery rhyme' of a poem. Second stanza is sublime! Your trademark verse full of quintessential English tradition and culture.

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I like that you have mentioned English tradition and culture. That pleases me. Thank you John.
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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