Like a frightened child she ran into the darkness,
Her eyes open wide glowing crystals
And her pale skin, glistening in the street light.
She stopped and turned, her eyes scanning
Like a search light, into the night.
Someone there?
Or just the wind?
Her heart leapt in anticipation, pulse racing;
She stiffened, tense and ready:


She hurried on, half ashamed by her fear,
Still wary and alert, like a cat.
She crossed the street quickly, huddled in her coat;
Only stilettos on tarmac breaking the silence.
She looked ahead: the car,
And walked faster, faster, almost running.
A nervous twitch, the keys fumbled,
Then inside, engine and lights on;
Safe from the world outside.

• “Night” is from Luke Eastwood’s recently published book of poetry entitled Through the Cracks in the Concrete the Wilderness Grows

Luke Eastwood is a writer, graphic designer and horticulturist, he also gained a BSc (Hons) in Business Computing Systems from City University, London. He continues to use computer technology for both work and pleasure. You can read more of his work at Read other articles by Luke, or visit Luke's website.