Dusk has fallen. She takes the first touch
of a book, opening to breathe in its scent,
fingering through pages, letters bleeding
across paper, words wrapped round her tongue.
There is ink and blood and she is bound
between its covers, captured within images
that lay huddled by the yellow lamp. Outside
the room, bat wings catch the moonlight.
An owl cries. She’s settling for the night,
hunger fed until dawn glances
through the forest skyline, stepping
from this world to the next still crouched
in her dreaming mind, with a poem
lifting off to somewhere unknown.
by Louise
This poem has also been recorded by the wonderful Abigail @The_Linnet and can be heard here
Written for dVersePoets Open Link Night (it’s Tuesday again already!) ~ hosted by the wonderful poet Claudia Schoenfeld
