Not Just For A Day
written by: Stanley Wilkin
@catalhuyuk
the scream of night
mingling in the encrusted forest
spread by creeping light
the slow dying of thirst.
The footsteps crush
supine trees
the winds rush-
a battered swarm of desperate bees.
the darkening sea
widens like a swelling maw,
consuming, consuming me
not just for the day, but evermore.
Like a yawn
sodden dreams depart,
mouth open in a scream
into which sunken souls dart.
Stanley Wilkin
Academic and writer residing in Portugal.
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