This Isn’t Anger

This Isn’t Anger

written by: Jan Sargeant

this isn’t anger drumming through my fingers,
hammering at twisted temples
it isn’t anger clawing at my eyelids,
peeled raw red pupils clenched close

it can’t be anger because
there’s a solace in the moonlight
where trees play shadow shapes
with a night black as pearl,
glowing hope through pain
where clouds sleep over water and
as eyes ache, ears awake
to the sound of hope filling skies

walk with me through treelined paths,
listen to the rustlings and snufflings of early morning dew
feel the beat of the drum of the pulse of a new hour,
stretch out fragile wings and in that moment of
tender stillness, we breathe again as the spirit sings

this isn’t anger drumming through my fingers,
gnawing at my brain,
it can’t be anger because
there’s a solace in the moonlight
folding through the pain

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Jan Sargeant

SEPTEMBER 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Jan Sargeant has written for many years but only since retirement in 2016 has she had the time and opportunity to write poetry and novels rather than academic papers. “Still dancing,” an anthology of her poetry, was published three months ago with all profits going to Parkinson’s research. Her first novel, “Alan’s Lesswilling Chronicles” is a comedy, published in August 2023. She is working on the next part of this series but says she is sidetracked by the poetry she feels compelled to write. She lives in a conservation village with a lake near the Yorkshire Sculpture Park with her husband, three cats and Banksy, their small dog.

Latest posts by Jan Sargeant (see all)

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