Crafty nights

The day is innocent but the night is crafty

working overtime its spinnerets of complexities

weaving a web so intricate and labyrinthine

which welcomes with its nuanced artistry

of spangled stars and galvanic galaxies

I fall under its black magical spell

to find myself intoxicated
by the darkness

that beckons so alluringly and suddenly

I find myself spiralling into a nightmare

I scramble and scratch and slip and slide

skinning my knees and heart

just when I think I am losing the battle

my eyes flutter open, my tenacity wins

I like days; they are innocent

nights are as deviously crafty as they can be!


29 thoughts on “Crafty nights

  1. I may have missed commenting on this one…or the comment was lost. In any event, your writing is amazing and lovely as always–and I, too, love labyrinthine.

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      1. Oh okay, I just didn’t want you to think I would deliberately miss even one word of your lovely work–Never! 🙂 ❤

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