Kait Quinn Poetry

Poet & Resource for the Poetry Community

Nocturne

Nocturne

Nighttime
cats ghosts night

I. Midnight: insomnia strikes. Ghosts arise where there are none, and the cat roams his castle, howling nocturnes.

II. What I would give to be unconfined by the circadian rhythm, to navigate the shadows, watch stars bloom into dawn.

First published in A Time for Winter (2019)

Artwork: “Nocturne” by Tyra Kleen