Of Illness and Longing

 

Peppered sunlight falls and settles

like blown mist.

The sticky air seeps through cocked and cracked

windows catches, glaring fierce in flakes and

moments; swarming heat.

Through Amos drops of illness and longing,

heavy and bleak draw nails and 

tears, holding words rolled loosely in the 

palm of a hand, clipping the clutch of such

tears on to the bend of a knuckle; the book

falls silent while he threads the phrase,

like a stitch into patchwork, to unravel

in a quiet space between illness and longing.

 

S.D.Brown

S.D.Brown is a writer of short fiction and poetry from the UK whose work has previously been published in The New Writer amongst others. 

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