Monday 18 July 2011

Beneath a Cloud

I sit and wait for the cloud to shift;
The ceiling fan passes comment,
Scraping around for things to say -
Not sympathy
But a regular clucking
Stirring up hot air
Nagging the open door into creaking disapproval
That beyond its portal
There is too much lying undone.
So in gathering gloom
I sit and wait to be consumed by the dark sweat of night
For the cloud to shift
But expecting nothing beyond
A vague miasma of hope,

and yet  ...... 

1 comment:

  1. WOW. Holy cow, Lea. You are an excellent poet. This is really REALLY great. Thanks. I guess it's never too late to restart your collection.

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