The rustle of sheets
accompany the ensemble of clocks:
an echo of my emotions.

I toss and I turn,
The light slowly tickles my feet.
Smile, it begs.

Months pass,
days are swollen up in black holes-
unnoticed.

The creeks of the house gradually dim,
The moon shines her light upon the sleeping figures-
Her light exposes my red-rimmed eyes.

She transcends into my vaulted safe,
Her hooded eyes weep.

A movie plays through my mind,
Forgotten days of days spent together.
The cycle of life moves on…

© Heather R Ellis
March 2010

Today the dam burst,
its wall crumbling
as the ladybird’s wings fluttered.

I am exposed.

Futile attempts to seal the cracks,
I rebuild the wall with a sponge.
But they see through the holes;
judging.

As soon as I knew
a protective barrier encircled.
The quakes come now,
their pressure forces the shield to erode.

The sand blows away,
dissolving my mask.
I stand alone.
Vulnerable
when the others come,
with their concerned flood of emotions.
I try to tell them, but

My teeth weld shut,
my tongue freezes over,
drowning the words in ice.

Others survive the ceremony of goodbyes,
why can’t I?
It’s only a natural disaster,
The cycle of life.

My broken mind erases the day,
the pain eventually subsides.
Unnoticed,
the pressure gauge builds up.

© Heather R Ellis
December 2009

2

They hear of a fight
and gallop over to watch
and enjoy the scene.

They stir up trouble
just to cause a reaction,
laughing innocently.

Spreading a rumour
they create a commotion
and smile with glee.

Known as ‘The Stirrers’
in school they are infamous
for their mischievious deeds.

They are animals:
vultures scavenging for prey;
hungry lions on the prowl.

With big blue eyes of ice
that analyse you in a fight-
criticing your strength.

In appearance
they look like you and me,
but beneath they are dangerous.

Silently they plot
their next disaster for you,
just because you said something wrong.

After life at school
society deals with them.
They become today’s criminals.

© Heather R Ellis
May 2006