Painting by Hjalmar Munsterhjelm‘Summer Nocturne’ by Cheryl Corey The Society September 3, 2022 Beauty, Poetry 9 Comments . Summer Nocturne In steady, humming monotone, With synchronism the crickets drone, And hushedly through the night intone __Their evening chant, Accompanied by a brusque descant, In equal-measured, rhythmic slant Of katy-did and katy-didn’t. __In call to mate, The owl decides to dedicate An octave in crescendo. Eight Tu-whoos in solo resonate __The pitch-dark sky. They lullaby rock, rock-a-bye. . Katydid: The Katydid is a species of cricket. They get their name from the ratchet-like noise emitted by the males during summer nights, which sounds like “Kay-tee-did, Kay-tee-didn’t.” . . Cheryl Corey is a Connecticut poet. She is also an author of short stories, a novella, and recently completed a novel. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Satyananda Sarangi September 3, 2022 How lovely this is! The mood of evening settling in much like the mood of poetry. Loved the expression “The owl decides to dedicate An octave in crescendo”. Really beautiful. Reply Cheryl Corey September 3, 2022 Glad you enjoyed it. If you’re ever lucky enough to hear an owl hooting at night, it’s very mysterious and beautiful. You know it’s out there, somewhere in that darkness, but you can never pinpoint exactly where it is. The evening has a special music all its own. Reply Satyananda Sarangi September 4, 2022 Strangely your poem reminded me of another by Emily Bronte. I know not how it falls on me, This summer evening, hushed and lone; Yet the faint wind comes soothingly With something of an olden tone. Forgive me if I’ve shunned so long Your gentle greeting, earth and air! But sorrow withers even the strong, And who can fight against despair? Paul Freeman September 3, 2022 The mood, the imagery, the modern mythology. All good. How about removing ‘the’ from the second line? Just a thought. Thanks for a read that took me out of myself, Cheryl, no matter how briefly. Reply Cynthia Erlandson September 3, 2022 This evokes beautiful musical imagery of a time that I love, summer evenings. I often sit outside listening to the peaceful music of the crickets and cicadas. Lovely poem! Reply Michael Pietrack September 4, 2022 Lovey! I katydid like it. Reply Guy Warner September 4, 2022 Poetry is so often used for social commentary, but in my opinion it is at its best when speaking beautifully of beautiful things. I really enjoyed this, it stands out among the rest. Reply Lucia Haase September 7, 2022 I love this! It exudes such peace. I love owls too. Reply jd September 15, 2022 A beautiful poem, Cheryl, as is the accompanying graphic. Thank you both. Reply Leave a Reply to Paul Freeman Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.