Night Verse

night art

There is a shade of indigo                                                                                                                 that describes night.                                                                                                                                 I’ve chased it all my life in order to                                                                                               paint the nocturne,                                                                                                                                 if only in my mind.                                                                                                                             Add to it, some Van Gogh stars,                                                                                                             a hint of Coltrane,                                                                                                                                   a string of lanterns,                                                                                                                                 a time warp.

Stillness pools like breath held.                                                                                                            I walk outside,                                                                                                                                        air warm as silk;                                                                                                                                   not a thought in my mind.

night art 3


About Mollie Hunt

I am the crazy cat lady, animal shelter volunteer, Trekkie, and mystery writer. I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest and will watch any TV show or movie filmed here. Even though I am of a goodly age (sixty-something) I go to Star Trek conventions in costume and am not afraid to be by myself. I enjoy my life in the cat lane. Words to live by: Spay and neuter; Live long and prosper; Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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