Midsummer Night

Not there to see midsummer’s midnight rose
open and bloom, me,
or there when the river dressed in turquoise
under the moon, you;
not there when stones softened, opened, showed
the fossils they held
or there, us, when the dark sky fell to the earth
to gather its smell.

Not there when a strange bird sang on a branch
over our heads, you
and me, or there when a starlit fruit ripened
itself on a tree.
Not there to lie on the grass of our graves, both,
alive alive oh,
or there for Shakespeare’s shooting star,
or for who we are,

but elsewhere, far. Not there for the magic hour
when time becomes love
or there for light’s pale hand to slip, slender,
from darkness’s glove.
Not there when our young ghosts called to us
from the other side
or there where the heron’s rags were a silver gown,
by grace of the light.

Not there to be right, to find our souls, we,
dropped silks on the ground,
or there to be found again by ourselves, you, me,
mirrored in water.
Not there to see constellations spell themselves on the sky
and black rhyme with white
or there to see petals fold on a rose like a kiss
on midsummer night.

- Carol Ann Duffy

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9 Comments on “Midsummer Night”

  1. Rainee says:

    That was powerfully beautiful! Thanks for sharing it :-)

    • CultFit says:

      I’m glad that you enjoy this piece as much as I do, each time I go back to enjoy it, a little bit more jumps out at me. Take care today and be well. :)

  2. ckrupski says:

    Thank you for sharing. A beautiful heart opening poem to reflect on when I’m up, alone, enjoying the quiet darkness of the early morning. Enjoy your day as much as I enjoyed this:).

  3. There is so much in our lives “to be there” for…..

  4. This is SO beautiful! Thanks for sharing it.

  5. B* says:

    Absolutely beautiful♥
    Thank you for this loveliest share of a poem by a wonderful poet :)

    Thank you also for dropping by my blog with your warmth. Do take care, too.