Wide step, quick feet.Breath held, heart thump, wake now please.
“Did you hear?”
Not as clear as me.
Not as quick from heavy cloak
of still and blackened deep.
Remember now - to breathe.
"Try and sleep."
Drift and ebb with heavy head
to blanket quiet ease.
Nothing there while unaware you skim and shallow dream.
I DON'T WANT TO SEE.
Shifting ink climb vacant stair
and I don't want to hear.
Come morning light this benign house holds nothing dark for me.
But at 1... but at 2... but at 3...
Ownership of more in wit than stone and wood and deeds.
We live in a very old farmhouse cottage and have been woken in the early hours of the morning more than once. I'll be reading 'Creak' live as part of the Halloween Virtual Open Mic Night on Wednesday 29th October from 9.30pm.