Poem Starting with a Line from Mark Strand

open the book of deep night

to the

page where the

house settles

creaking bones


the smell of jasmine

draws a

translucent canopy over my

sleeping lover

she is a river slow moving


no light illuminates

lilies clouding the bank

no shadow falls from

ancient redwood


a banging in pipes

water moving basement to roof

she turns unsettled

uneasy repose


Poetic Asides Prompt Day 24 (written day 25/26)

For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.

This poem was started yesterday in Paulann Petersen's workshop and finished today.


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