Katherine Braithwaite Poet Villanelle

And In the Sky I See Black Thunder Mad

Like a newborn infant left on rocks
My skin feels tender and my heart is sad
I’d like to creep  inside an empty box

I have turned away my  every clock
Whilst I try to improve how I’m clad
With my a newborn infant  on  grey rocks

The people of this world seem   like lost flocks
Like sheep, they folllow men who’re dumb and mad
I’d like to  hide  inside an empty box

Against my ribs my loud  heart seems  to knock
I gasp for comfort even   from folk bad
Like a newborn infant left on rocks

I feel akin to prey, like the red fox
Which o’er long  moors and meadows  has just fled
I’d like to  hide  inside an  metal box

This sorrow seems to sap my own red blood
And in the sky I see  black thunder  mad
Like a  little infant left on rocks
Without your   heart’s embrace I can’t come back

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