night rain
battering the windows
dog's barking
© Rachel Green October 2025
Heathtown, 1987
While influenza germs besiege my brow
I shiver through the night and daylit chill
held in cocoons of sweat-soaked sheets and vow
to work through Christmas tide for good or ill.
A lack of canvas fuels the need to use
a door to paint an image of a girl
who in my dreams declared herself a muse
to help my heart's desire to unfurl.
A reputation as enfant terrible
has led me to recycle waste as art
and blend with paint the visions that I feel
to mould a future where I play a part.
In blood and snot and excrement is born,
a herald with the first of seven horns.
© Rachel Green October 2025
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