Domestic Fears

A life among the willows weeping,
Dreams that startle me from sleeping,
A broken mirror on its side,
A jaundiced look, a tanning hide.
The echoes of a time that’s spent.
The autumn of our discontent.
Bluebirds sitting on a wire,
Beneath them waits the forest fire.
Fish that move and never blink,
A spider in the kitchen sink.

Broken from my dreams deferred
I wait in fear without a word.
But fear perverts and then it lingers
With sad still eyes and twisted fingers.
For these domestic fears I bear
Weigh like water in my hair.



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