And the curlews call
Outside
An almost imperceptible
Bristling
Tinselfies the grass
Heralding another frost –
……………that time when I lose people, I think
And the curlews call
Inside
It’s my watch
You sleep like a dormouse
Layers of time, friendships, family and pets
Weighing you down
…………and keeping you warm
In equal measure
David sleeps in the next room
Banished
With a cold
His head cold too
Against the adjoining wall
………….far away but
As close to you as possible
Eva is motionless on the couch
Whilst Beth makes
The requisite phone calls
In this way we sleepwalk
Round this familiar old house
…………..rubik cube like
One down, one along
When someone has touched so many lives
We defend our family right
To usher in death
Unilaterally
‘Bad weather always seems worse through a window’
…………..was one of your sayings
Railing at the storm clouds
…
Niall Machin lives in Bradford-on Avon and has recently had work published in Bath Magg. Find him on Twitter @NiallMachin1
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