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Anne Stewart

 

 

 

03:41 Downstairs
   a poem for insomniacs

Huddled on the cat’s blanket,
hyenas crying through the night.

Scribbled notes regretting tea,
the need for light.

Time passes, shoulders settle the hyenas
to a quiet shout.

Everything goes cold as energy, as will,
goes out

and him, snoring like a mammoth on
temazepam upstairs.

Sleep, hyenas, sleep.
There, there…

It’s just the sound of safety
winnowing the air.

 

 

Anne Stewart created and runs the poet showcase http://www.poetrypf.co.uk. She has won the Bridport Prize and Poetry on the Lake’s Silver Wyvern, and has published 5 poetry collections, the latest: The Last Parent and any minute now. https://www.facebook.com/anne.stewart.5602/.

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