Poem of the Night


(an oil painting after Constable….JKB)



The streets are gleaming tonight

as if a million stars were brought to earth,

flattened into urban mirrors

under lamp posts reflecting

an empty  nothingness.


It is a dull mid-winter night,

straining towards spring

with all intention of leaching

the dying season’s

last insult, unleashing it

upon mankind’s discomfort

one more time.


“A foggy day in London town”

Is what I think when I look down

This cotton-wool streetscape,

But that has tune and purpose,

And this muted stillness has none.


The rain left a muffling fog,

Mercifully erasing  stark bones

of tree limbs reaching to the sky.

Black beggars on seasonal parade.



there is a strange beauty to the night,

Transforming what was common,

Dissolving borders, barriers, dimensions,

Making  a mirage, an alien oasis.


Heavy mists swirl around the ground,

Lift past the unfocused light

combine with the creeping gloom

And turn a fine hand to pale mystery.


Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrghted, 2020

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3 Responses to “Poem of the Night”

  1. kim881 Says:

    In the heat of this summer, your poem has brought peace and respite, Jane. The opening stanza is exquisite, with the image of stars being ‘flattened into urban mirrors’ – they reflect the ‘empty nothingness’ of the pandemic, which is now sadly filled with horror. Dull mid-winter nights ‘straining towards spring’ seem so distant now. I love the image in the lines:
    ‘The rain left a muffling fog,
    Mercifully erasing stark bones
    of tree limbs reaching to the sky’.

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Kim I don’t know if I replied to your comment, but it was beautiful to my eyes and filled me with joy in the reading. Yes, this pandemic has changed everything. It’s difficult to know what to do to keep safe except total isolation, which is impossible. I think of the “Plague Years” and wonder how different are we really from that era. But we have advanced medicine and science to play with….but the life we have lived will never be the same. Only Love is the same and kindness we need in big draughts. You are in my heart, dear friend fellow writer. As always.XOX

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