Poem of the Day

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A Shelter

Neridah McMullin

 

I put off going to bed,

The cloud cover,

Keeps the heat in…

And the stillness

Is oppressive.

 

Robins, wrens, honey eaters,

Panted the day away,

In shaded canopy,

Their beaks open.

Too hot to complain.

 

I open up the house,

All the doors; windows.

Something might wander in…

But hopefully,

It will wander out.

 

Thrown wide,

It’s no longer a house.

It’s a shelter,

A secret place.

A bed in the forest.

 

Under the sheets,

I listen to the night’s music.

Muted waves break,

Crickets click, ruffled feathers soften.

And at last, the birds are asleep.

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3 thoughts on “Poem of the Day

  1. Lovely Nerida – i do like the idea of ‘no longer a house but a shelter’ and ‘something may wander in but presumably wander out again’. Brilliant. Love, Virginia

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