By Maria Bligh
Horses huddle in a corner, fiery breath snorted
from flaring nostrils heats the room.
I leave them be
They shake restless heads and paw the ground
then move around and begin again.
I pay no heed
Tonight they’re edgy, they whinny and rear up
They flick their tails. I smell their earthy heat.
What new hell
Soon the light will come, stretch the panes to reach
them where they stand. They will leave and
I shall sleep
A poem exploring the distress of frequent insomnia using analogy. I aim to capture the growing fear of another looming, sleepless night, from trying to ignore the inevitable to the worries that fill one’s head in the darkness, ensuring that sleep evades us, before the light seems to bring relief.
Author Bio:
Maria Bligh is based in Sussex, UK, is co-owner of this site and www.unknownkentandsussec.co.uk. Her poems, stories, reviews and articles appear across both.
