Tuesday, July 19
A Spoonful Of Jam?
It’s night - the urge to sleep is gone.
Inexorably time ticks on.
Fussy, mechanical, busy tick-tock
of wind up alarm or mantel clock,
or spasmodic click of a battery quartz,
soft and even.
They’re companions of sorts,
for nothing is worse
in the stillness of night
than silence –
dark, complete and utter,
when hovering thoughts intrude
to scutter around inside my brain.
Soon, there I go,
tossing and turning again.
Here I am, late, scraping out the pot of Poetry Jam belonging to Jessica Maybury this week.
Now it's Thursday Think Tank who have come up with a nighttime theme, so I couldn't resist linking this!