Siren!

Curled in chair

sleepy with coldness.

Radio Four echoing in my mist filled, dreamy mind ……

Kitchen aching to be cleaned.

Bed ….the actress, subversive, lolling Siren

of the gentle room above my head….

lures me to climb back under her crisp white covers and be lost…..

Oh sleep, only you have that potion

which drags me into the expanded void!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s