sough leaves and heartbeat moments (stolen)

Inspired by the phrase ‘But there is only the oak tree rustling in the wind’, from the poem ‘Madonna of the Evening Flowers’ written by Amy Lowell.

This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

listen in the night
when you are gone

I keep imagining
the car wheels

the sound of gravel
beneath the tyres

I think that I can hear
the purring
of the engine

coming home

but no
you have hardly gone

the long hours
before me

and the sound
I can hear
is only the oak tree

as the wind
ruffles through
the sough leaves

I turn away
toss and roll
the bed
beneath me
has hardened

there is no comfort
to be had
from lying still
and wondering

about you
and the road

about the place you
and where you’ve been

about the night to come
and the long hours
before me

and the oak tree

the wind
is her accomplice

and every breath
she sounds
is another moment

I will lose another one
every heartbeat
(at least)
till you
get home


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