Blue Moon

91) Sleeping Beauty

i sleep forever

light as a feather

sunken as sailor's ship

in stormy sea weather

and then i bite the tongue

of insomnia, her night

and early morning rise

with the sun. grey as

the clouds this morning.

i sleep fornever

floating like a feather

sunken on the seabed

thoughts flapping in my head

and i clip at their wings

-miss a feather and they fly:

morning yawn crescendos 

to midday lethargy

in cold classroom blinks.

(2nd May 2014)