Late summer, early hours

by Oonah V Joslin

cra-craa craagh!
cra-craa craagh!

Birds are moulting now.
No more matin minstrels.
The year’s measure matures.

Pillow soaked in sweat,
I lie wakeful
listening to crows and gutter cats

iaouw-raouw yaah!
ggghhhr-hisss iaouw!

Aye, I am restless too,
turn, toss, fret, sweat trickles,
twists sideways round my neck.

My hair’s cat’s-sookin’s,
licks o’ middle age.

so tired,
so tired yet
I may as well get

up, creep down, creep
quietly, not to disturb
your sleep.

The kitchen greets me with
a welcome chill.
I boil the kettle, make tea with closed eyes.

The craagh and iaouw have gone.
to do wha
to do wha
to do wha
to dooo

Don’t ask me, collared dove.

I might ask you.

Oonah V Joslin is Managing Editor of Her Flash Novella, A Genie in a Jam is online here. You can find links to her work in ‘The Vaults’ at Parallel Oonahverse.

  1. #1 by Jennifer walmsley on July 20, 2010 - 11:51 am

    Excellent. Loved the natural sounds that match this poet’s mood.

    A poem I can identify with.

  2. #2 by Jennifer Stakes on July 20, 2010 - 3:25 pm

    Sensuous. I can feel and hear every line.

  3. #3 by Cath Barton on July 20, 2010 - 5:48 pm

    You do realise that collared dove’s toe hurts, Betty, don’t you? I empathised with this one too!

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