CATNAPS

 

Days with the cold grey frost

of early morn, would spawn

horrors when alarms went off

strident as an alley cat they'd

wail, until a hasty hand reached

out in anger and pressed the

button of disarmament before

taking a naughty moment more

under the flickering eyelids

which had closed themselves

subconsciously, and later struggling

 

to the workplace of the day and

having to apologise to the jerk who

dished out wage packets amid the

clanging and clattering of the base

we called our place of work, where

lurked the bugs and yarns of whispered

life at home not far from the aerodrome

where planes went soaring off into the

world of commerce and beyond a sky,

lacking in those earlier days, a featured

sunshine in its repertoire of colourant

◄ HOLLOW IMAGININGS

POIGNANCE ►

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Philipos

Sat 28th Nov 2020 09:02


Thank you Mala , Paul, and Stephen A, for commenting and/or, the Like.

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Paul Sayer

Fri 27th Nov 2020 19:58

Long gone have those days of distant past.

Long live those days.

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