Nightingale

Tonight on the streets she watches darkness fall
to a closed layered horizon, below skies below stars
she’’s watched for. Sprawled over a back curb,
waiting, a Bic lighter held close for heat.
Warmed, she observes fireworks spark.
In awe admiring it all while bursting color
explodes, streaking above, forging a deep
silent line in the sky.
Sometimes the night
too becomes chaos, a reverberating fiery shroud.
Speaking to a cavern from where shadows
will flow, she’’s a sound echoed tight. Being
dragged like Persephone down deep, an example
which death must show, extinguished by light.

Then an off-pitch nightingale breaks through.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Tianli Kilpatrick.

 

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