Sleepless

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A white winter sun
Embattled and preoccupied
Rises in a pale hazy sky.
Cold winds collide,
Then disperse over Medville.

Warblers are hiding;
So are magpies and mourning doves.
A brave and solitary gull
Squawks her unease on a wing.

Day dreams tumble, freeze
And disappear in a squall.

Last night Mistral scrubbed the sky,
Tore ochre blossoms off mimosas,
Stripped pine needles and palm fronds.
Branches and limbs moaned and snapped.
Ursa Major looked on, unmoved.

Night mares and hounds,
Ghosts and phantoms
Screeched in the blackness
Beyond the window panes.

So long ago it was when
You watched over me
And held me when harpies
Cackled round my bed.

Now cold sheets answer
My anguished fingers.

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Images:  Ursa major http://www.allthesky.com/
            

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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11 Responses to Sleepless

  1. Mike says:

    Chimerical and evocative. Nice piece.

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  2. tonyprance says:

    Hey Emm …wow this is a sad none …your words Emm- embattled, mourning, stripped, phantom,screeching topped off with cold sheets and cackling harpies…hope Papa Bear is right !

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  3. PapaBear says:

    Emm, wake up ! You’re having a really bad dream ! …but you wrote well about it.

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  4. Encore stupéfiant, tu rends personnel les elements naturels.
    Les choses effrayantes sont aussi trop réelles.
    Et la solitude déchire le coeur.
    Superbe.

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