August Night
August Night
The mist would not show
the full moon, but glowed
outside the window
like snow just fallen
and about to fall,
the night both pale and flushed
as if it had snuck out to a dance
for which it was far
too young, shoulders swathed
in a stole borrowed
without the owner’s knowledge–
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55 for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on With Real Toads. (It was also my first try for Hedgewitch’s tonal prompt on Toads, but couldn’t quite decide it was done.) Pic is mine; all rights reserved.
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ManicDDaily 
September 5, 2015 at 10:14 pm
I just love the idea of the night out on the tiles without parental permission–and the way the words meet and pass on that beautiful misty landscape/dancefloor–at first I thought your photo was a tonalist painting, but that may be due to my eyesight. ;_).
September 6, 2015 at 11:25 am
The photograph is very like those paintings–actually, the original more so, which was lighter, taken in the morning. I darkened it rather indiscriminately to fit the poem, since that takes place at night. I should probably put up the real picture, which turned out very nicely as you can see a bit of the sun above and not just the pinprick in the water. (I got a new camera that I have no sense of how to operate, but it still works pretty well.) k.
On Sat, Sep 5, 2015 at 11:14 PM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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September 5, 2015 at 10:32 pm
snuck out to a dance for shich it was far too young. Lol.
I love that K.
Was way misty/foggy on my way home really warly this morning, coming back through the mountains.
September 5, 2015 at 10:50 pm
The way I read this, it had a broken sort of rhythm, which was just perfect. Love it.
September 6, 2015 at 5:23 am
That photo is just amazing and the poem captures the atmospheric tone perfectly.
September 6, 2015 at 6:33 am
This is absolutely lovely.. the image of night dancing is delightful!
September 6, 2015 at 7:56 am
Lovely sustained metaphor and one-sentence poem – two of my favourite things.
September 6, 2015 at 8:11 am
Wonderfully fun idea here. Well done, k.
September 6, 2015 at 10:44 am
The night as a young person sneaking out for a dance is a wonderful image.. Especially, now in autumn before the night is still tender and has not yet grown cold and bitter.
September 6, 2015 at 11:18 am
Love, love, love your personification of the night. I can see her sneaking around, wanting to dim her brilliance from grownup eyes, but still shining like only she can.
Wonderful!
September 6, 2015 at 12:42 pm
“the night both pale and flushed” I can see that. This poem gives me a beautiful mental picture.
September 6, 2015 at 7:01 pm
for which it was far
too young, shoulders swathed
in a stole borrowed
without the owner’s knowledge
Reminds Hank of such episodes of ‘borrowing’ (sometimes w/out permission at the outset) of instances when growing up. It could be from friends or siblings. Thanks for the memories K!
Hank
September 6, 2015 at 7:51 pm
This sounds so beautiful read aloud! Love this, K.
September 6, 2015 at 9:51 pm
I was thinking as I read this, that it would fit perfectly in with the Tonal prompt! A lovely read!
September 6, 2015 at 10:17 pm
I love this too, k, for all the reasons already pointed out ~
September 7, 2015 at 10:35 am
Thanks so much again for all your kindness. k.
September 7, 2015 at 7:41 am
I always love what you write. It’s nice to be back in a 55-swing. Which reminds me of our G-Man. I like shoulders swathed in a borrowed stole.
September 7, 2015 at 10:32 am
Thank you so much, Yvonne. k.
September 7, 2015 at 10:42 am
What a lovely image you paint with your words.