a poem
"morning"
outside, the cheerful morning bird
cries out - a shrill and shrieking call
that slices through my drapes
and pecks its way into my ears
a mighty sunbeam ruptures the horizon,
stomps over battered dunes, and charges
through the tops of coastal oaks
to pierce my window and my eyes
the children rise
like chipper movie zombies
relentless, droning voices echo
in the hallway,
hungry paws scratching at the door
as they plot and conspire
to lure me forth
from peaceful slumber
around my sternum there is wrapped
an ever-tightening strap of sinew,
extending back through my chest
and fastened firmly to the bedframe
through it, dream voices speak to me,
frustratingly prudent -
sagacious, rational and reasoned
they send me off without ceremony
their songs and faces fading,
they leave me here
alone
with ravenous sprogs,
the stabbing sun,
and screeching wren.
outside, the cheerful morning bird
cries out - a shrill and shrieking call
that slices through my drapes
and pecks its way into my ears
a mighty sunbeam ruptures the horizon,
stomps over battered dunes, and charges
through the tops of coastal oaks
to pierce my window and my eyes
the children rise
like chipper movie zombies
relentless, droning voices echo
in the hallway,
hungry paws scratching at the door
as they plot and conspire
to lure me forth
from peaceful slumber
around my sternum there is wrapped
an ever-tightening strap of sinew,
extending back through my chest
and fastened firmly to the bedframe
through it, dream voices speak to me,
frustratingly prudent -
sagacious, rational and reasoned
they send me off without ceremony
their songs and faces fading,
they leave me here
alone
with ravenous sprogs,
the stabbing sun,
and screeching wren.