on the wind

night-long low moaning
twists curtain, clicks doors' catches
snake licks round bedroom

~

n.b. It has been a quiet winter so far out here in East Anglia’s hilly city, but now the wind is getting involved, stirring the pot, dragging the cold air with it through the streets like an impatient parent leading a tardy child to the school gate.

CLP 27/01/2022

5 Comments

  1. Little Charmer says:
    27th January 2022 at 21:23

    Your n.b is almost as lyrical as your poem here my friend… Love them both 👍🖤

    1. Christopher Perry says:
      27th January 2022 at 21:47

      If you want words…this is the place. Thank you 😊

      1. Little Charmer says:
        27th January 2022 at 22:03

        Indeed. And yours are always a highlight 😁🖤

  2. Manja Maksimovič says:
    31st January 2022 at 16:50

    Well worded. I could feel the wind.

    1. Christopher Perry says:
      31st January 2022 at 23:34

      Thank you 😊

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