Night Owl

Artistic Photography Dreamlike Portrait Photography by Damien Casals

Night sings its song of wings

along my skin until I slip into

the moon’s lullaby to fly

the star path of visions.


The chant of trees guides

me to Jupiter’s oak where

Athena braids my hair

with sonnets of falling stars.


Etched by secrets I roam

ebony’s curtain where beginnings

and endings merge until the weight

of days slips from my flesh

into the ether of imagination.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2020

 The Sunday Muse #119



C. Sandlin said…
I think this is something that I'd like to read just before sleeping, a poem that leads one into a more gentle night.
Sreeja said…
For me it felt so soothing...loved... beautiful!
Sherry Blue Sky said…
"Night sings its song of wings"........such a gorgeous line. I love the star path of visions....I love the whole thing. Gorgeous.
Truedessa said…
This beautiful it soars on soft wings of a song. There is poetics in the braids.

Vivian Zems said…

You paint a compelling image here...and love the last 2 lines (the weight of day falling away....sublime!)
Jim said…
Good Imagination, Susie. Yes imagination is from the ether somewhere. My thinking lines where, "I roam ebony’s curtain where beginnings and endings merge" got stuck, I had visions for the other part, this one held out from me. Fourth dimension?
hedgewitch said…
This picture also made me think of Athena and her owl, of what that bond might actually be like. This is mysterious but also emotionally evocative and alive, especially the sonnets of falling stars, and the way they weave a comfort into a mad world that allows us to slip into another and calmer place at the finish. Loved it Susie.
Carrie Van Horn said…
Every line is gorgeous in this Susie! It is like a poetic lullaby of peace and magic. I love it!
Gorgeous dream-writing, Susie!
Fireblossom said…
Ah, which is why I write. You too?
qbit said…
"Night sings its song of wings / along my skin " - just beautiful opening line!!