It is always disconcerting to wake up in the dark, to feel off balance and disoriented. A case of the living looking up at stars which have long since died but still shine for years afterwards.


To wake in darkness

And gaze up at the cosmic dead;

Feel the heaviness

Of the tilt

Of the axis, North star

Heeling Orion –

Lion mouthed and scorpion trodden,

In silent fen,

Bordering coast lapping

Sapphire sheen

Above this forest,

Leafed cement and slate

Of our city

Steeped in grime

Waiting unbidden

For passing skies

Bitten clean

The sinking scythes of

Long gone green dwarves

Picking, picking

At disparate air

Searching for the shine



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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