It's Still Life

A Nightjar in the Hawthornes

I’m caught in the pull
of a black pepper night.
In a streaked chill
that stings the moon.

A nightjar sings,
its breast swells
with a song.
A remix of clouds
with stars.

Sing,
sing me your alchemy,
and then stir the night.
Sing in the spirit of life.

 
This week’s Sunday Whirl words are:
life, alchemy, mix, sing, chill, spirit, moon, cloudy, pepper, sting, swell, pull