I open the window
see electricity
bleach the sky
in far off codes of silence
the air is static
pent with hear
I lie watching
the curtains light up in morse
as if a lighthouse dashes out rays
of warning
I listen for sound
but it keeps its distance
and a weight of water
holds the night.
pg. 7 POETRY NEWS
THE NEWS PAPER OF THE POETRY SOCIETY
AUTUMN 2016