Tag: night

boating at night

the boat of course is metaphor though it is, undeniably, night and fingers do trail over the side, but also over stern and bow it is also true that we do move as water - that hair cascades and skin ripples but that again is … Continue reading boating at night

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pearl from shadow

there is no finer promise than the uncertain light which finds you from between the blinds and casts you in bewitching blue - a hue into which my hands are driven to dive - pulling the pearl from the shadow © Sarah Whiteley

the departed

your departure has the weight of ash no longer carrying your fate, I return to my old shape days hold their same complexities but night has become startlingly simple – rucked sheets, wooden bed-frame – there’s no need to believe in anything else how is … Continue reading the departed

insomnia

craving stars, I crept down the crouching hallway, disturbing only moths seeking their own small allowance of light trees sleep, lowering their limbs by fractions as the day subsides, leaving only the incremental gestures of slumber I have had to explain often the peculiar edicts … Continue reading insomnia