Best Poems Written by Andrew Scotson

Vision Twenty Twenty

Midst of the night, clamour for silence
 embarassed glances through a cracked door
 are answered by pitch black's velvet echo,
 enquire of the ice, interogate a cold, dead tree.
 The last taxi blinks down a skating road
 close the door...click the lock,
 hollow...shut !

Turn head to pillow, pull the duvet high
 close aching eyes, fingers reach
 as my palm opens, release, calm,
 my back eases into the sheet creases
 and I stretch...tight.

The remaining tablets lie abandoned, silver foil ajar
 water sends it's last bubble prayer and sleep,
 chemical sleep is the predicted reaction
 and dreams arrive like the floor show
 as the red curtain reveals the dust laden beam
 from behind your head playing moving pictures 
 on the patient screen.

A bulb fuses and darkness is ...out.

At dawn stealing in with the sun the cat arrives
 through the swinging flap, fox brown guiness black,
 eyes twinkle, a cry for chicken, long elastic legs
 and her nose nuzzles your outstretched hand,
 performance equals reward as you lay the table
 upon your return.

Copyright © Andrew Scotson | Year Posted 2017