“Much that you see isn’t with your eyes.” – Jim Harrison
“There are spirits in these walls,” he said,
“and often in the patrons.” A quote I heard
on a jazz program about the Vanguard
in NYC.
Shared it with my dearest, to which she
replied with a query: “Is fermentation part
of the gift or part of the curse?” Without
thinking, I replied, “Perhaps it is…
consolation.”
At night I awaken to the sound of intruders
in our house. Our bedroom door left open
allows stolen light from our neighborhood
to filter through the four-inch ajar-ness,
and I watch the shadows of heads appear
and disappear
Until the fright wears off, and boredom
restores me to slumber. The rest of the
night I dream of intruders to my sleep.
In daylight I see only with my eyes… mostly.
This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”
based on prompts taken from poems
by Jim Harrison.
https://jillys2016.wordpress.com/2016/05/02/28-days-of-unreason/
Wonderfully surreal feel to this poem and I love the phrase ‘four-inch ajar-ness’ !!!!! The punning of the word spirits is clever. Nice poem! Thanks for joining in on 28 Days of Unreason 🙂 Jilly
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You are welcome!
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