Get Your Premium Membership

night-piece

 what's that
  i'm awake
a bang like a door or a foot
knocking a chair 
  who's there

tense i lie in my bed my face
stretching out on the black air
my ears strain.
.
.
.
.
.
a creak this time like a cat on the stair - but we have no cat if the door-handle turned and a.
.
.
.
shape came in.
.
.
.
.
darkness clutches at my startled hair spiders walk my skin would i dare to go for it with my fists - my fists clench doped with sweat would i scream faint or lie there staring my eyes pushing out in jets of fear waiting for what - what would it do a short nipped sound from the earwig night drops in my ear i sit up pinching my breath - was it by the door or the window - i can't be sure i wait for the next sound for the blade of the knife i become aware of the ticking clock.
.
.
and my father's heavy breathing in the next room the curtain moves and a faint light like a living thing creeps on the bed something - a twig - scratches on the pane a car changes gear on a nearby hill there is a creak in the house again a door rattles in a hidden wind - an owl's cry dogs barking - even a distant train - all friendly and easy to explain i relax and yawn get out and stand by the window looking out on the soft outlines of houses silent lawns making my own peace with night when i return to bed at last (all tension gone) birds are standing on the treetops bringing in the dawn

Poem by Rg Gregory
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - night-pieceEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...



More Poems by Rg Gregory

Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on night-piece

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem night-piece here.

Commenting turned off, sorry.