Monday 1 April 2013

She walks in beauty, like the night

She walks in beauty, like the night
and softly moves chasing her shadow
looking up at the moon in delight
she sits for a while, listening
to the distant noises
of slow and fast-moving traffic
and hears a familiar call
which she rejects this time
as she knows it will happen again
but on this beautiful night
there's much to be done.

(1st poem for NaPoWriMo)

First line stolen from 'She Walks in Beauty' by Lord Byron (George Gordon)

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