I wrote this little poem during a 15-minute writing session at my school’s writing club last Thursday and felt like sharing it today. 🙂
The Night is Meant for Reading
the evening comes home early
These days that are like gnats
fly freely into the candle of afternoon
and flare up briefly
Then smoke and moon and owl hoots
settle in, purring around your ankles
and filling your pockets with dusk.
These nights are meant for reading,
with the lamp dimmed low
and the firelight warming your socks,
with the half full but mostly empty
(but easily refilled again)
cup of whatever makes your belly warm
resting beside you atop the
book, the one you will dive into
after this one, without even changing
the cross of your legs
on the blue stool with the orange pillow
in front of the hearth
beneath the dimmed lamp
near the window
that watches with its cloudy gray eyes.
This night is meant for reading,
and you—you are nothing
if not obedient.
© Carie Juettner, 2017
8 thoughts on “The Night is Meant For Reading”
This is now one of my favorite poems ever!
Awww! Seriously? Thanks! 🙂
I can’t believe I didn’t comment on this! I loved it! That whole first stanza–beautiful! What is that comic book you’re reading? I’ve been wanting to pick up The Runaways, since Rainbow Rowell became a writer on it.
Thanks! That’s Ms. Marvel, a graphic novel about a Muslim superhero. 🙂
Oh, how I love this!! And your picture, so cozy even before I read the poem. “cup of whatever makes your belly warm” Just beautiful, friend. ❤
Thank you! I hope you’re experiencing some coziness this week too. 🙂
I am definitely gonna read full nights from now, its awesome work.
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#nights are meant for reading #just awesome