Mortal Slumber

by T.P. Wilkinson / September 13th, 2015

This resounds
reverberates
pronounced.

I had a murderous dream
full of tiny deaths
with tinges of deceit.
Schemes
along the coastline
burning sands
lacerating rocks
where children
swam with ease.
I woke three times
from violent
waves
and mortal scenes.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, September 13th, 2015 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.