local_library Night Music

by Tom Harding

Published in Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

All night not sleeping
but tossing and turning over
some unfavourable thought,
I lie listening to the bones of the house
creak like the inside of a piano.

Who’s awake at this hour?
Just the mice rolling their life’s luggage
across the attic floor,
running the gauntlet
between the suitcases and heavy coats,
little refugees sailing
their slim luck in the dark.

How heavy the world must sound
creaking and heaving about them,
the house caught in turbulent night winds
like a ship settling in
the dark waters of a flood.


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Tom Harding lives in Northampton, UK, where, when not working, he writes poetry and draws. He has been published in various places including Drunk Monkeys, Shot Glass Journal, Lighthouse Journal, Sentinel Literary Quarterly and Nthposition. He also maintains a website of his own work at tomharding.net.