Midnight Villanelle

Some of us cannot resist
The haunting owl’s cry:
Maybe we are midnight-kissed.
Soft twilight soothes us,
Moonlight makes us sigh,
Some of us cannot resist,
Fire burning in the darkness,
Watching the sparks fly –
Maybe we are midnight-kissed.
The bat’s swift darting thrills us,
And the fox creeping by,
Some of us cannot resist
A pale moon, dripping stardust,
Dark clouds rolling by.
Maybe we are midnight kissed.
The night world is our play place
I’ll tell you why
Some of us cannot resist –
It’s because we’re midnight-kissed.

I might be too late with this villanelle. It’s for Mindlovemisery’s menagerie. I think I could do better…need to try again at some point. Maybe not today. 

NaPoWriMo 14 – San san

Midnight Coffee


The midnight black of coffee swirled with white:

We lean together, sharing like old friends,

And talk of all the things we used to do.

We used to stay up talking every night,

Knowing that some friendships never end,

Drinking our midnight coffe with slow sips;

And now we talk again, my friend, it’s true:

This coffee tastes like midnight on my lips.