I’m hiding from the light

the prickly, prongs of light

stabbing edges of its roof,

 

I wish I could escape

the loud blazing red, burst on my sight

and settle for the soothing cool azure

pools on my retinas,

 

behind the silver curtains

behind the dark walls

I could find recluse

in the spidery places.

 

Dave Barber

2 December 2008

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