The Howling Tunnel

As I move in that grey cloud tunnel

My soul – that mad and mangy seagull

Strains its tethers

to reach the overly signified light

that defines this path

from when to when

I stand in the spotlight

Knocking grey cloud balls

Back into the shadow

Me and my trusty bat

Beat off the enemy

And I am tired

I think that death would be

the ultimate sleep

that defies alarm clocks

And day treads after brown day

in this sucking swamp

my feet are heavy

and there is no variety

Warriors who battle many headed foes

get limbs cut off

their strength is eroded

by gravity’s unrelenting pull

I want to storm a skyscraper

I want to fly free of jesses

What mockery to chain a cunning gull

who always seeks

sun tinted waves and cold clear skies

If some faery queen or lord

could pull me through

this nebulous portal

what would I find?

I think this tunnel

like all before it

has no end

I can ever reach

I do not remember how I entered

and I doubt I’ll realise when I leave

Jane Virgo ©