Matins
Midnight's Liturgy
Always
Before the dawn, the lamplight
Constellations are strung, and the night wind’s
Diminuendo already sung at
Evensong. Vespers gave me
Finality, the day’s long liturgy resolved.
Gnostic residue coalesced to dreaming
Hours of mystic somnolence.
I should be asleep, I know.
Just silent prayer voiced in slow repose
Kyrie,
(Lord have Mercy), Kyrie.
My eyes are restless, though.
Night’s stellar lamps sing softly
Of igneous, liquid black, and
Pull a wayward mind into her patchwork
Quilt.
Righteous souls sleep soundly, but
Sleep is just a prayer without a voice.
The liminal space between midnight and the dawn,
Under the Magellanic bands that chant
Verse and chorus to their faithful few—
Watching for
Xanthic harbingers of dawn.
Yet I sing psalms offered by
Zephyrs of a Sun reborn.
About the Creator
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Comments (4)
I love how this flows, and you almost don’t notice the constraint of the letters! “Pull a wayward mind into her patchwork” is probably my favourite line. The imagery you create is wonderful, and I really like the majestic, peaceful tone.
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Impressive! Your word choice and imagery is captivating! Congrats!
A great and interesting read and submission to the Abecedarian challenge! Please check mine out if you get the chance ♥️