A Night Letter

Imagine me, sending a puff of smoke skyward,
Thinking
I would write you a letter
Even tonight.

We sit, nestling back to back,
And looking, you and I,
Like these poems
In different directions.

I will not ask you
If the poems send
Your head spinning,
Or weather they remind you of the ring
That glitters on my finger.

But look: bedecking the night sky,
Like an old kite made of paper
And decorated with stars
Strung together
On one vibrating string,
From my hands to yours –
The Big Dipper rises.

by Lela Samniashvili

Comments (2)

A lovely piece of writing. The use of language is so well worked through. The narrative seems to be one that you have worked hard at and it has paid off well. I love how the poem celebrates itself from a great opening line onwards. It seems like it is addressed to a particular person and then that intimacys seems aimed at the reader. This is such a clever use of the form. It is well balanced and you avoided a naivety that would destroy a poem of this type in the hands of a juvenile whose first language is English. Absolutly captivating!
Attractive, lyrical accent … I congratulate … 10!