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Night comes and I stare

by Mark Jackley

Night comes and I stare
at the spruce in my front yard.
It teeters in the breeze
like a shy dancer
holding the hem of her dress,
on the verge of leaping,
any second now,
towards dark applause.

Mark Jackley’s poetry collection Every Green Word
is available on Amazon.

Posted in Poetry

3 Responses to “Night comes and I stare”

  1. I love the spruce image; it’s proven to be quite memorable, as I see your shy dancer in my neighborhood, too. I imagine the dark applause as the windy sounds in the night, but there is a sinister undertone. I wonder about your title — is it about you staring, really, or about something else?

  2. Mark Jackley says:

    Hi Darla,

    Yes, you’re right about the dark undertone. The working title was “Shit Job,” so maybe that sheds some light. I guess the poem is about darkness and release, in whatever form you might seek it.

  3. caroline Carter says:

    Thank you for your poem, Night comes

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