Inert, the shadows fall, almost
loud enough to break
the pale silence of the street.
Rustling, light drips between
clumps of leaves, a sluggish beam
that dark cliff between road
before clipping in
jaunty moonbeam style
back to the blank black-rimmed hole of
at the top
of the lollypop lamp-pole
Know the bogey-men hiding
With the growl of motor-engines in their throats
See the creep as the wind
Rattles the ancient rheumatism of the trees
And stomp their feet in the shadows
In every electric pumping heartbeat
Sharpen their knives
And gape their mouths
Nibbling the toes that enter the darkness
And beating with withered twig fingers
On window panes
Lingering long lascivious nights
Beneath the metallic glow
Snuff out the eyes of the
Night, the cold blue city heartbeat
In edgy jazz
shadows skitter, feigning
unrest, People, half themselves, walk
Rebekah Tysoe is a second year student studying for a Bachelor of Communications at Massey University. She has previously had her work published in JAAM and she had this to say about her poem:
"This is a poem I wrote about being afraid of the dark. It's in musical terms, moving through the parts of a Sonata like a classical piece. The first Con Brio means with spirit, the next Adagio means at a walking pace, and the last Rubato means broadly. "
Midnight Sonata is published on Tuesday Poem with permission from the author.
Bernadette Keating is the editor of this week's Tuesday Poem. She is a third year Bachelor of Communications student who writes poetry and occasionally blogs about writing and art. She lives in Wellington, New Zealand.