Strange Days, Strange Lines Poem by Rani Turton

It came upon me in a strange city
Words, alien but touching, almost unknown
As though they from other planets have flown
Touched my shoulder
Perched on a boulder
And made me their own.

Strange days have I known
Oh, the twisted paths of destiny
Give way onto longing; I waited for that light.

It was long, it was cold, dark this terrible night.

Who will believe that life has an end
When in the midst of trouble and strife?

Strange days when the hand tries to write:
Strange days when the mind fights to keep awake
There are acquaintances, maybe a friend
To keep you clinging onto life;

Now for all this strangeness I write strange lines
On dark days, and wait for life's stranger signs

It came upon me in a strange city
Words, alien but touching, almost unknown
As though they from other planets have flown
Touched my shoulder
Perched on a boulder
And made me their own.

Copyright: Rani Turton