Thompson Emate Poet Quatrain

Hidden in the Twilight

There’s a whisper in my chamber,
I’m yet to sojourn in slumber,
Something hides in the twilight,
Something is shrouded by the night.

I sense a presence,
I don’t know its essence,
Something has walked through my door,
There’s a jolt in my core.

The moon stands on its podium,
The world is the stadium,
There’s a passage of the unseen,
But not through a figurine.

I look out of the window,
There’s no walking shadow,
Twilight speaks to me,
I go across an uncanny sea.


November 9, 2024.

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