Waiting

Waiting by the window
Surrounded by
       yesterday’s sun burnt fields
       tears held in a basin of stone
       remainders of my raven wings

Memories sticking to my fingertips like spider webs
Slowly seeping black treacle poison into my soul.

Waiting by the window
Watching out for
       the symbols of the resistance
       the signs of a different fate
       the cold northerly winds to change

Anticipation coating the inside of my throat like ice
Slowly creeping down into my half dead heart.

Waiting by the window
Hoping for
       something
       anything
       a maybe and a perhaps

Expectation dangling me from the sky
On a shiny silver thread spun from brittle glass.

Waiting by the window

Ready to fall
       Hoping to fly

Ready to drop
       Longing to glide

Ready to surrender
       Yearning to soar.

Waiting by the window
Watching the clouds pass me by.


© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way shape or form without my written permission.

Waiting

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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Poem to go with my illustration of the same name
Waiting

The image was created for the 1st Birthday Challenge of the Photo Manipulator’s Group


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