Sunday 23 July 2023

Two Poems by Glenis Moore

 



 

A glass darkly


After the rabbit hole comes the blankness

a wonderland of nothing echoing

silence where there was a life. Tea parties

of grief where grins are feeble and see-through:

madness lurking behind every empty

cup. To shrink to the size of a dormouse

would be ideal but the potion no longer

works even if it insists on being

drunk. So you sit before the stained looking

glass peering at the past. You want to step

through but the rabbit is always too late

and time only moves backwards in stories.

 

 

In the dark


In the dark silence of the night,

when sleep has filled the house at last,

my dreams embark on their own flight.

 

I search for mountains of delight

where moon glow leaves an eerie cast

in the dark silence of the night.

 

For ice has carved out caverns bright

where nightmares try to hold me fast,

yet still dreams leave on their own flight.

 

In snow-filled drifts of startling white

I fight with monsters from my past

through the dark silence of the night.

 

While coldness tries to sap my might

embracing with its freezing blast

my dreams respond with their own flight.

 

Although I often lose the fight,

as haunting shades are strong and vast,

in the dark silence of the night

my dreams survive most every flight.




Glenis Moore - has been writing poetry since the first Covid lockdown and does her writing at night as she suffers from insomnia. When she is not writing poetry she makes beaded jewellery, reads and sometimes runs 10K races slowly. She has been published by The Scop, Flights, Dust Poetry and  Wildfire Words.

 

 

 


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