“The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.” - David Mallet
Poetry Jam this week is devoted to owls. We are enjoined to: “So this week think and write about this mysterious of birds. This wonderful, beautiful free spirit of the night sky.”
Poetry Jam this week is devoted to owls. We are enjoined to: “So this week think and write about this mysterious of birds. This wonderful, beautiful free spirit of the night sky.”
Here is my contribution:
The Owl and the Moon
Tu-whit tu-whoo...
The owl cries and the crickets chirp
As full moon rises,
Tonight.
Who calls? Who walks?
When all would sleep,
As clouds part,
Tonight?
Tu-whit tu-whoo,
With eyes wide-open,
Mirroring owl-moon,
Tonight!
A ghost? A sprite?
Unquiet graves haunting,
As moon spellbinds,
Tonight…
Tu-whit tu-whoo -
Fear not, walk slow,
True wisdom’s always silent,
Stay calm, and banish demons
Tonight and every night.
My hand is cold,
My heart beats quick,
As owl hoots, tu-whoo,
And nightjar warbles,
Tonight.
An owlet screeches,
A nighthawk cries:
My love wanes cold,
My bed lies empty
Tonight and every night…
The Owl and the Moon
Tu-whit tu-whoo...
The owl cries and the crickets chirp
As full moon rises,
Tonight.
Who calls? Who walks?
When all would sleep,
As clouds part,
Tonight?
Tu-whit tu-whoo,
With eyes wide-open,
Mirroring owl-moon,
Tonight!
A ghost? A sprite?
Unquiet graves haunting,
As moon spellbinds,
Tonight…
Tu-whit tu-whoo -
Fear not, walk slow,
True wisdom’s always silent,
Stay calm, and banish demons
Tonight and every night.
My hand is cold,
My heart beats quick,
As owl hoots, tu-whoo,
And nightjar warbles,
Tonight.
An owlet screeches,
A nighthawk cries:
My love wanes cold,
My bed lies empty
Tonight and every night…
You almost create a Shakespearean atmosphere here
ReplyDeleteTu -wit tu -whoo
and greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
I enjoyed this. It ends sadly. Autumn is here. You must find yourself a love soon for winter is upon us :)
that's a merry note from this owl...seems he's had a bellyful of dinner...nice lines...
ReplyDeleteVery atmospheric and eerie, Nicholas. It had an almost "Twilight" lovers feel to it.
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm in your poem ... lovely work.
ReplyDeleteSo much atmosphere - you have captured the eery sights and sounds.......
ReplyDeleteI agree, there is a definite feeling of ghostly love here
ReplyDeleteElicits visceral, haunting strong emotions - a palpable aloneness in the images and sounds played out against the owl-moon in the night sky.
ReplyDeleteLike it very much
ReplyDeletePS: Great illustration too
ReplyDeleteA very atmospheric poem!
ReplyDeleteYou have really created an excellent portrait of an owl, Nick. I love the sounds especially. I can hear its ghostly sounds in your well-chosen words.
ReplyDeleteThis creates an amazing atmosphere and puts you there with the owl. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem which creates an uncanny atmosphere. Very gothic!
ReplyDeletenice turn to personal there in the last stanza...the empty bed
ReplyDeletelove the sounds of the night...of the owl...
and your use of it sets up that close nicely