WRITING POETRY IN THE DARK
silhouette of feline elegance
and canine paws on windowsill
hypnotising chorus of epauletted fruit bats
not a breath of wind
stirs the trees
shapes of furniture
loom out of the gloom
in shades of oldworld browns
and shadowed greys
and background black
kitty food bowl
shines silver-bright
on dressing table
invisible dove-grey seascape
emerges from my memory
time crawls the walls in patterns
painted by the moon
and I reach for respite
out of scrambled stress
and slowly slip
into ponderings
of thises and thats
and why’s and hows
and the night embraces me
and invites my mind
into dark-night forest-dance
I acquiesce
and peace pervades my being
I float on nothingness
and work guilt rides away
on gentle thermals
and . . .
ah the light returns
and wipes out the dark
and reveries
and dance
are gone
as if they never were. . .
kettle on
for tea
