Month of Poetry #16 and #17

I posted these on the Facebook group but forgot to put 'em here. Bygones ... here they are now.

#16: Night Haiku

steel blue, the night sky
colour of melancholy
stars drift silently

- Kathy, 16/1/15

#17: Villanelle on a Book

Beckoning, paper fingers stretching wide
A secret smile that weaves a siren's song
The universe and more concealed inside.

Whispering of worlds set to collide
Containing multitudes, a pale transparent throng
Beckoning, paper fingers stretching wide.

Comforting, with gentle arms to hide
A stalwart shield against all that sits wrong
The universe and more concealed inside.

Hypnotic-voiced, she tempts me now to bide
Ignoring all the "shoulds" for far too long
Beckoning, paper fingers stretching wide.

She is prancing, merry steed; this ride
Is succor to the weak and yes, the strong;
The universe and more concealed inside.

Vaster than the ocean, clothed in inky tide
Embracing all the possibilities to belong;
Beckoning, paper fingers stretching wide.
The universe and more concealed inside.

- Kathy, 17/1/15