8th October 2025

 

morning self defence

weakness letting me down

overused right arm

© Rachel Green October 2025

Night Terrors

With heavy laden bicycle uphill

I pedal slow, the tyres sunk deeply into ruts

with many miles to travel yet, I still

make peaceful sounds between the 'ands' and 'buts.'

For thou she seems displeased that I must leave

she seems to care not for the weight I bear

for she is content, I am led to believe,

that she not suffer from the guilt I share.

Strapped to the frame, a folder full of art

is spattered by the mud from passing cars

and though beset by sorrow of the heart,

my lifetime here was lit by dying stars.

 In an hour or three I'll line my bed

 with the solitude I find inside my head.

© Rachel Green October 2025