Poem: This Midnight of Existence

midnight-garden
“Midnight Garden” by Kerry Darlington, United Kingdom

 

This Midnight of Existence

 

The exhale of a horse steams imagination,

relieves the tension in my shoulders as Atlas

sets the earth down for dinner.

While the busy-squeak of a mouse shuffles the bush

night is young and mischief afoot!

Trails trip under the network of blackberry roots,

an intelligence plays here.

Consider the mole

—in its blind fury weaves tunnels beneath grass clumps

spy hops for air and direction.

What cannot be seen is there,

strength stirs under sod

all to their own compass.

 

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**Please visit Kerry Darlington’s web site for more art by this exceptional, award winning UK artist: 

http://kerrydarlington.co.uk/en/

Poetry: The Runaway

The Runaway
Water drips in a full bucket placed beneath a gutter leak
It sits aside the bottom step to prevent a puddle from forming
Low moonlight barely fills the rim as it rides ripples shaped by bent 
wood, pushed by the midnight breeze that whistles alone
Soft steps walk down finding each board in the dark
Avoiding the familiar places where warped wood and nail heads complain
Out to the yard towards the fence that never was built, but where one 
should be, boundaries imagined are strong as wrought iron
Sneak out in the night’s middle, knowing others are dreaming of Tuesday 
while you packed, no note left on a counter, thoughts too fragile to put 
on paper If they don’t know where you are heading,
then they don’t need to know why you left
Why’s are for those worthy of knowing
Very few are worthy
You can leave
Cut all ties,
scissors snap 
a ribbon
as hand
opens
gate