The night (Poem with archaic-poetical words)

By Pawel Markiewicz

PROMPT—I am grateful for ...

If it becomes darkly in me

the meek dream comes into being almost never

the mind sleeps in

the Dark the night unfolds its wings

the dreameries are dying

they are jonesing for the lights

I-Apollo am kissing the nighttime

so that a blackness can be there

caliginosity enfolds daydreams

nocturnal fire such a spark

I can fly by night not at all

like owls in night arms

there is only my wishfulness

my spirits cribbing embers

of the murk fire places

I am singing some night ayres

somberly

the phantasy of the dun Erlking shines

with me


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caliginosity = darkness

ayres = songs

phantasy = fantasy

Erlking = king of Elves

cribbing = stealing

murk, dun = dark


Paweł Markiewicz lives in Bielsk Podlaski, Poland, where he is a poet who writes flash fiction. From 2007-2010, he lived in Forum Alpbach, a village of thinkers in Austria. After an experience with poesy, Markiewicz wanted to create some good stories.


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