At Night

 

at night, orange

stone of the bombed cathedral

is a home for mist

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #718, Misty showers, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Bob Dylan, looking sharp –
 

Starry Night

Starry_Night_Over_the_Rhone

 

too high

the stars seem to realise

they tumble

 

along the cobbles

the night air full of fresh chills

a gift unwraps

 

night breezes

in the sigh of the river

between blue shadows

 

strangers are busy

at the edge of the vast night

with small talk

 

long ago secrets

the deep scent of the river

strangers walk on

 

night-time mosaics

a yellow daub of streetlights

over blue ripples

 

boats rock to and fro

and slap the waves in their moorings

as knots creak… creak…

 

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #663, Starry Night (Van Gogh), another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. These haiku relate to the painting that leads this post, “Starry Night over the Rhone”, which was taken from Wikimedia. Sometimes you just have to go with what’s staring you in the face and so, to finish, here’s Don McLean –
 

Icy Moon

 

icy moon so vast –

look up and expect secrets

to flood the night

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #619, The Oak Moon (The Full Moon of December), another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. For musical accompaniment, here’s something that Prince is due to have removed from YouTube any minute now…