Poem: 'Like climbing a rope.'

[stuartryder]

You shake like you’re climbing a rope:

pulling yourself up

out of a pit, scrabbling

on its blackmoss walls.

 

I wake, chased by Alsatians

while a fireball splits the sky

and races for the horizon –

a line I’ll never see.

 

You wake. You tease the sweat

from my caked hair; you the carrier

of our future, the drift

of my duvet’s hills and glens.

 

I make origami of our beddings:

a floating swan to swim us

down the river,

to choose a harbour.

[Malanimal]

Very Good! Really like it, the metaphorical gubbins is very nice