What mystery magician presents such liquid night? The town asleep, cerulean bathed. Colour confluence to make hieroglyph of sky, white whirligigs with buttery pulses, spirits in hurried conversation swim through reeds of cobalt, past tall cypress flame, black cloaked nuisance. This and banana moon, cocked grin awake but silent as dreams of people drift like sapphire ribbons.
Written: October 2023. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page and Instagram page can be found on my HP home page. This poem is inspired by Van Gogh's painting 'The Starry Night.'