Submitted by Jane Dougherty
The stars blaze silently,
moon sets in a pool of gold,
and I listen to the watery ripple of the poplars,
lullaby-rocking the house where day folk live,
and trip, night time, barefoot after dreams
of sunken pearls and moonstones,
glowing in a sea king’s hands,
or rowan berries, glowing bright as flame
where the visions dance.
Stars wheel on the eternal sea,
tides of sparks that ravel up the day’s cares,
and drop our thoughts like pebbles
into the bottomless well of sleep.
Photo credit: Starry night over the River Rhone – Van Gogh
You got a great one here!
We loved this one!
Jane did a fantastic job!
I like the idea of thoughts dropped into sleep’s bottomless well.
I especially like the title and this line, “tides of sparks that ravel up the day’s cares,” Nice.
Thank you, so much! I’m so pleased you enjoyed the imagery in this poem.
This is so beautiful–such lovely images!
This is just so enchanting and dreamy. 🌹💜
Absolutely beautiful poem!
Once again, I find myself with Frank Hubeny.
Wonderful imagery, Jane. Bravo!