Country darkness
a clot of black night over there
a car, a figure hurrying away
calls me without words
to my destruction
without a choice
I pant and run
cry No - No – No
But the damage is done
the calm-eyed children
who wait behind the smudged dark
reach for my hands
grasp my fingers
their needles pierce my palms
even as I wake
to the comfort of my lover’s arms.
Brrr, the nightmares are like abandoned babies of our mind who come back to us already grown up sometimes at night. The words, the images, you used are suggesting anxiety. Very good work.
The 'clot of black night' did it for me too! Nail-biting tension is built in such a short space, and oh, the relief of the closing lines. A tantalizing read! S :)
well, I've just discovered another fine poet at this site thanks poemhunter for this great venue, I'll be checking out more of your poems Janice, please send me a message when you post something new
'A clot of black night over there' did it for me. Your images are vivid and I must say I was wondering what would happen next. Apparently, I screamed in my sleep last night! The happy ending was a nice relief. Well done! 10 Karin Anderson
That late toasted cheese supper has a lot to answer for Janice.Still you awoke protected and safe......Nice work... Sid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done, young lady...Mellifluous movement..resplendent imagework...Solid penning... F j R (09)