Miz Quickly’s 12 August


The night is full of its own.
The night creeps. Sleeps.
The night is colour blind.
It’s transfixed like a piece of wood.
It’s an echo. It dreams.
It’s death. Birth. It’s a blur.
The night is for promises.
The night sips sacred nectar.
The night is its own penumbra.

Written for Miz Quickly’s 12 August Repetition & Change prompt. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021. Image is from Unsplash.

6 responses to “Miz Quickly’s 12 August”

  1. I enjoyed the poem, and the education…told Dauphy it wasn’t a type of sports bra!

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    1. HA! Love that dog. 😂

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  2. I used creep also. I love all the things the night is and the use of penumbra

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  3. I love your conclusion: “The night is its own penumbra.”

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