on rain

Now you're here, I'll sleep
Safe at home, warm in my bed
I've really missed you

~

CLP. 18/06/2022

Aisling of the millpond

unseasonable warmth
petite clouds
white buds pinned to infinite blue
fine grass blades grass by the millpond
prick my pale winter skin
my flat weight crumples daisies
in cool shade
of the willow’s weeping

tumble of the waterwheel
low hum of bumble bees

chiffchaff

chiffchaff

chiffchaff

with eyes closed I see all
the birds I hear
from within this sonorous wall
soft notes
a woman’s song

so tired
so tired
so tired

my head so heavy it cannot turn
my eyelids stuck down by pinks and blues
my arms so heavy they will not move
my legs feel bound they cannot run
my voice clasped tight within my throat
I hear her singing

she sings of lilac
yet to bloom

she sings of lambs
not yet sprung

she sings of hedgerows
nestlings yet to fledge

she sings of the stream
yet to flood

she sings of oak
still to leaf

she sings of the summer
yet to burn

she sings of two lovers
yet to meet

she sings of harvest
we’ve yet to reap

she sings of apples
we’ll collect

she sings of mists
that will rise from dew

she sings of the plough
that will tear the earth

she sings of crows
that will draw in the night

she sings of frost
that will veil the soil

she sings of the fireplace
as autumn leaves

so tired
so tired
so tired

slowly I wake
remembering
how far I must go
before I finally reach
my home

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-five prompt: write an aisling.

CLP 25/04/2022

on time

one of those long nights
eagle owl drifts through city
alarm brings respite

~

n.b. At last, the blessed relief of the Angelus bell.

CLP 31/03/2022

on Ukraine xi

we retire to bed
sleep soundly in ignorance
dream through your nightmare

~

CLP 24/02/2022

on light

pink sky in morning
matches eyes dragged through night by
dreams, memories, fears

~

n.b. ‘I’ll sleep on the train’ he thought, ‘Adapt and survive.’ He repeated his mantra, laughing at Fate’s capricious nature.

~

CLP 05/02/2022

on morning

too soon in my view
night slipped off without asking
stealing dreams of you

~

CLP 07/11/2021

on November

electric blanket
hot water bottle topped up
winter duvet
cat?

~

n.b. What else would one need as the temperature falls faster than leaves?

CLP 02/11/2021

on night

its cloak lays heavy
awake with longing for you
face of clock mocks me

~

CLP 16/10/2021

on autumn iii

it's been so still
humid air weighing on us all
weary from sleepless nights
from self-medicated sleep
from restless waking
from waking alone

and now the leaves move
trees sigh at their relief
the wind tunes up
wheezy gaps in windows and doors ajar
asthmatic whistling of telephone cables
clinking lines on masts
waves thick enough to roll the shingle
to slap the seawall
spit over its parapet
and bounce back to sea

this cool sou'westerly
freshens up the air
brings on the rain
brings me sleep
alone or not

~

CLP 04/10/2021

On Sleep

I lost count of sheep

couldn’t quantify cattle

quietly slipped off

~

CLP 20/06/2021