by | May 24, 2020 | Poetry | 0 comments

In no concept of time
my inner song silenced
when I was displaced
from earthen roots –
limb torn…

Imbedded now in
silted lake bed
two thirds submerged
waterlogged in depth
of darkness…

Nightmares , fear
of fully drowning
brachial artery
just breaking surface –
hungry for air…

Footsteps above
carry sound of voices
I want to sing the
song of the Selkie
draw them down…

Stones thrown
from the bridge
sink alongside me
I will rot, slowly
slowly I will rest…

Jan Hedger


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