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Poem – ‘In the quiet time’

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , , on October 9, 2010 by echostains

I wrote this poem some time ago.  It’s part of a collection of poems that seem to deal with time, or to be more accurate’ between’ times – like waking and sleeping: reality/unreality, the  ‘middle’ bits, which  seem to be a reoccurring theme with me.  This poem is about nightmares and night terrors that seem so real – they stay with you affecting your day….. (if you let them)


In the Quiet Time 

It’s always in the quiet time

That throats are set a gasping

Grasping to decipher

The stifled scream

That flies unbidden


Into the cold charred heart of night


It’s always in the quiet time

That hearts are set a trembling

As unblinking paranoia rips its roots

And leaps up screaming –

Steaming into the yawning chasm of dawn


It’s always in the quiet time

The soul is fooled and waking

Lies quaking seeing shadows as its truth

Its darkness dripping,

Chipping into the bright morning light


Lynda M Roberts © 2010

 Henry Fuseli ‘The Nightmare’ from here