Michael Newman

Close-Down

It will never grow stranger
Than this hour,
The birds silenced as if on cue,
An improbable sun ripening towards
Tomato-red,
And every hedgerow flaking
With young love,
As couples break away
From the dance.

Nor is the moon entirely inappropriate,
A hollow husk
Later to fill with festive offerings.

It will never grow quieter
Than this twilight,
Change-over from day to dark,
When the baton is poised,
And the listeners await
The latest in Night Music.

We stiffen,
As the wood-owl shrieks:
Such violence still surprises
Our do-good intent.

I have been published in Acumen, Orbis, Envoi, Critical Quarterly, Dream Catcher, and Fire. My latest book, Seasoned with Nostalgia, is published by KT Publications.
I won the Southport International Poetry Competition in 2003, and the Pulsar Poetry Competition in 2008. I was also long-listed for the Bridport Prize in 2008.