Midnight Hours

Midnight Hours

A Poem by Chris Shaw

in the wicked witching hour
every winking twinkling star
came out of its hiding place
.
as roller blind shifted position
to reveal a crystal clear expanse
of silky dark sequinned sky glow
.
miles of tiny shiny spangles
a silent seranding song from
the heavenly bodies above
.
not a wisp of cloud in sight
away from the city lights where
pollutions's veiled fog hovers
.
every single one pristine
polished to gleaming perfection
in each direction you cared to look
.
no finer sight will you see
than the glory of galaxies afar
embracing our blue planet
.

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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The witching hour, which I suppose to be midnight, isn't nearly as scary as "dead time", which is generally deemed from 3 to 4 a.m., to me. Some sketchy stuff goes on in the wee hours of the morning. I don't really believe in ghosts but I've had some strange experiences with things I would consider "not normal". But this poem wasn't frightening at all despite the reference. In fact, it was quite beautiful, I love to stargaze and I enjoyed the read.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Pleased you enjoyed the read Fabian and you weren't spooked by it :) I appreciate your thoughts alwa.. read more



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It is a wonder to lay back on the ground and look up at that huge night sky absolutely littered with a zillion stars
How many others up there are doing the same thing

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

That's an interesting point you make Dave. Who knows who else is up there? Content to enjoy the disp.. read more
I think they put on a show for us, and probably bask in the compliments...
let me adjust my telescope here, Chris.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

I think you are right Jacob. It's not often I see something so spectacular, but out in the country w.. read more

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Chris Shaw

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