Sunday Scribbling this weeks prompt is " My Nights"This is my falling angel I digitally drew for drawing day 08
Midnight Maid
Worked eight hours, gone nine or ten
Labor at home, started then
Painted rooms, way into night
Like magic, working till morning light
I used to be the midnight maid
Night my solace, or quietude
All my troubles I could elude
Most nights I slept just four hours
Stayed up late to clean or scour
While I was the midnight maid
Those nightly moments so serene
Then I crashed, not enough sleep
A virus, a death, I collapsed into a heap
No longer the midnight maid
Illness knocked on my back door
Housework, no choice but to ignore
Piles of laundry slowly done
Unsightly dust I had to shun
Gone was the midnight maid
Grief, anger, acceptance too
No longer did what I used to do
Weariness forced me to use the word “No”
Slept on demand, now weak and slow
I needed the midnight maid
Hastened days sadly changed
Life was now rearranged
Insane treadmill of life I’d been on
Dissipated, completely gone!
No more midnight maid
14 comments:
It's certainly true that enjoyable nighttime activity declines with age.
What a story you tell in your poem. I'm glad you've left your time as a "midnight maid" behind you.
Like you, one of the times in my life when I did experience insomnia was that "menopausal madness"... If only I'd known what it was at the time, it might have been easier to handle!
Very thought provoking. I am glad you are no more the midnight maid. I much prefer the image of you waking in the night to do creative things, or meet with friends. Love your artwork too!
I miss my "midnight maid." This was a wonderful journey of your night's. I think if my life allowed I would go back. ;) HUGS
Love your illustrations as always!
I love being awake when everyone is asleep. I love to create in the middle of the night
Your poem was great - I really liked the rhythm you created.
do you ever think that there's a sensitivity to the light that inhibits creativity? I wonder if that's true for me...
(love the cover song on your side....truly beautiful...)
I can just see you puttering away in the night like a merry little maid! Your poem was very moving, taking us from this merry little maid, to the acceptance of change and slowing down. So glad you creativity wasn't affected by daylight! :))
Love your falling angel & her sexy shoes! ( they match her polish!!) Love ya!
I like the digital drawing and your poem is so very enjoyable!
nocturnal
and i would have to say that being off the treadmill feels really good to me.. i am poor,, but far from unhappy....
Your angel is so pretty. I love her... and your poem.
Hugs,
Cookie
I could definitely use a midnight maid.
that menopause stuff is another rite of passage, i guess, but such a bother - now i go to bed when i like and get up when it pleases me, and nobody has yet stolen the dirty laundry, dust muffins, or any of that other stuff that i used to get chuffed up about - really enjoyed this post, especially loved the angel boots!!!
Wonderful poem. I'm sorry illness struck your midnight maid. Your drawings are really awesome. Do I sound like an overgrown teenager?
I enjoyed your the way you wrote of your childhood and life long night memories. So fun and interesting to see what this subject has brought up for people.
Your falling angel is fun. She looks in a perfect position for someone to catch her.
Your poem is wonderful, what a great cadence.
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