The Swerve
“The messages are brief but they extend
in the solitude of their (our) nights.”
- John Berger in Fellow Prisoners
Enter the bee-loud glade
birds regain their bearings
the world throbs awake
the felled trees
tantalised
the ashes spoke
will I sleep forever
will I wake tomorrow
coming up the edge
the sun in our eyes
what did we miss
I write half a hazy dream
a meadow of butterflies
looking for the other half
will I wake tomorrow
will I sleep forever
- © Rob Schackne 2022
Rob was born in New York. He lived in many countries until Australia finally took him in. In 2017 he returned to Oz after working for 15 years in China as a Foreign Expert EFL teacher. He lives in country Victoria where he enjoys the blue sky, sunshine, fresh air, and the birds. There were some extreme sports once; now he writes poems and takes photographs.
(N.B. The "bee-loud glade” is taken from W.B. Yeats’s ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’)
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