Nearly Home

In a sleep lidded night
on a dream filled bed, I rest
to know sleep in my arms
but no rest for a fear filled head

Fear snaps back from a childhood’s day
Once upon a grown-up’s time
a witch whingeing spells that stay
Deep in a childheart
Innocence high in the light
from a forest hut window
a beam in the bracken
broken by younghood
spilled wishes on bugroads
spider kisses and black skies
clicking in moonlight
on the arm of a boyhood.

Running to the back door
down leaf crunching pathways
no answers – just gulping
a torrent of tear salt
in a licking of safety
back, in my Welsh hill days.


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