The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was:
Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2?
I found the twilight a tawny, withering thing. Feeble in octave, its fingers cool of a cold-front kind of pre-storm frigidity. The moon osculated between clouds of white-gray, a sorry little gloaming for the lone nocturnal mammal. And, of myself atop a balcony where balustrades twisted between the shadows of a quiet night like gray bone. Why, I was elated with the whims of woman. Giddy in my toes for the feel of a kiss. The breeze delivered both, albeit a steady, sultry, late-night sort of moan amidst the trees that formed a myriad of colors as they shadow-danced against the full-moon.