the sunday whirl




they came like some kind of revenant engagement

a fluctuation in the hum of her world

her bustling ceased for the slightest of moments

as if she were searching for movement in the air around her

not a roar exactly or a drop in temperature

 more like a sigh

that claimed her in the middle of her day

gave her no leave to dismiss her duty

or wonder if they be real

nothing but spirits she thought

throwing imaginary shafts to try and pin them down

 
and hoping they would treat her justly















Comments

  1. Sue17 January 2016 at 16:57

    Oh, I love this. Well done!

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  2. Tamar SB17 January 2016 at 17:15

    You have such a way with words!

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  3. Jae Rose18 January 2016 at 08:30

    I think she she is keeping her head together - not sure I'd be so brave..a beautifully formed and atmospheric poem..sometimes what is not named is the most ominous

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  4. Anonymous18 January 2016 at 10:40

    Taking one step at a time is calming! Very nice read!

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  5. Denise19 January 2016 at 11:02

    enjoyed this.

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  6. sustainablemum22 January 2016 at 13:33

    Thank you. Beautiful words

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  7. Christopher Kerry Scott Sophie Johnson 22 January 2016 at 13:37

    wonderful.

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