Day 15 - NaPoWrimo

I didn't follow any prompt today, but just sat down and wrote. My writing desk looks out the window to a magnolia tree, but it's dark as I write this poem and all I can see is its silhouette behind the darkness of suburbia.

Cold Night

Moonlight eclipsed by magnolia.

I wash the moon with the inside of oyster shells.

Night burns suburbia’s roofs into soot.

What is a trap, but the doors we lock, the windows we close.

Ants find a way onto bathroom tile.

Silhouette is a pretty word for shadow.

I slant myself away from computer screens.

A pen’s shadow inks across the page.

I pollinate each locked door with worry.

The house sighs and my ears open like nightshade flowers.

The geometry of my restlessness slips like shadows into a keyhole.

Light a candle and the lines on the notebook look like barbed wire.

Cut them and the sharp edges glimmer like stars slick with rain.

Magnolia Silhouette