write-now
The days are getting shorter, the clocks have gone back, winter is upon us. The night sky is more stunning than ever and, at the moment, Orion makes his nightly appearance seemingly close and low outside my window.
This is a poem inspired recently by my insomnia.
November 2018
Star-dust
In noiseless hour
With red felt steps
I haunt
The rooms I know so well
By day
In the dark
Punctuated by
Liquid crystal dots
Luminous cooker time
The month before once more
We mark our time
Adjust our clocks
Tick tock
Orion waits - heavens above -
Beyond the pane
My eyes join
Startling stardust dots
To form a friend
In the empty night
I hold his gaze
As restless pain
Recedes and I return
To bed
To sleep.
19.10.18