Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Midsummer



The brightness of the sun
burns my eyes
sandpaper red
I bite on my anxiety
instead of bread
Midsummer comes
ailing me with despair
grey as storm clouds

Dusk came, full of moths
and beetles
I was oppressed by the velvety
gleam of moon
emptiness of the world
and swathes of soft grass
Then the silence of the night
lulled me to sleep

When I woke up,
I was covered by dewdrops,
smell of honeysuckle awakening
the hunger in me


“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (As I walked out one Midsummer morning)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Literary Alchemy with Laura Lee, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.

7 comments:

  1. Grace- this is filled with so many emotions, and the line about the 'smell of honeysuckle awakening the hunger in me' is stunning.

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  2. I do love this... somehow I think that sleep and those dream cured your trepidation and moved you into that morning scent of honeysuckle ... if night only could have such an effect.

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  3. The dreamscape sure can refresh like nature.

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  4. a cauldron of emotions, expressed through natural images, where the light of hope comes. gauzy, like stumbling through a fog

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  5. The intensity of the sun produces its own dreams...I like the movement from light to dark to light.

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  6. "I bite on my anxiety instead of bread" conveys that gnawing feeling so well!

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  7. This is beautifully crafted. Just lovely.

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