Night Cage (Poem-A-Day 6)

Night CageFor today’s prompt, write a night poem. Vampires and werewolves? Cool. Clubbing and saloons? You got it. Lovers together alone? Right. Ex-lovers alone on their own? Sure thing. You figure out your night poem–and, yes, (k)night poems are fine too.


Night Cage

We once thought night was God
Draping a cloak over the world
As we would send a caged bird to sleep

The cage was built with our minds
Fine tuned by predators over generations
To feel there was someone watching us
To assume someone sent the storms
Or brought the night
And to have faith in the dawn

Now we must escape the cage
By using the very minds that built it
We occasionally poke our heads out
And notice the planet turns on its own
Storms can be predicted with barometers
And night is just looking away from the sun
Out to the stars

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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