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 –