Night Walk

Electric discharge in the melatonin hour,
bats circle frenetically
as lightning flashes awaken my eyes,
behind eyelids that dream
of a decaying vultures head,
where a resurrected blonde
has survived
40 days and 40 nights in the Quantock Hills;
her soul returned,
as the gift of the familiar appears
beneath the cold oak moon;
the earth rumbles hard
as the return stroke slashes the storm,
rain advances in defence of life.


Viv Grant Dec. 2022 ©