the moon has melted
so the stars shine clear
suffocated by darkness
flicking off fear
so dangerously colourful, so black and bright
I wrap myself up in impossible night
electricity seems to tease me outside
but in the sparse dark
you never can hide
I’m writing this all tired and late
it’s such a shame
that I have school in the morning
3 Responses to “Up Late”
Have Your Say! Leave a comment
I like the poem, Jane. You might consider the last line as “that in the morning I’ve school” to keep the scansion. Unless you deliberately wanted the awkward effect of the last line.
yep I wanted school to break the ‘magicalness’
Good work.