Silly-Savvy Poem – Night Thermos

Never been much of a night owl

until this night.

On this night, tonight, I can’t sleep.

On this night, it’s so warm, I can smell the burning

of the January heat.

On this night, I give up on the sleep and get up to

follow heat to the kitchen.

I smell the burning of crusts, stuck in a non-stop toaster, but there is nothing.

Just the kettle and cold water.

I make tea and still

I can’t sleep.

What is it about this night?

Why am I burning

when the wind howls and the birds song pulls me up through open sky-light,

and out into tomorrow’s summer?

Is this the fast-forwarding?

Am I the core of this globe, middle-age and middle-night, an unbreakable thermos?

What is it about this night?

Is it my night?

Real, toasted and burning, I write and through the open sky-light …

and the rain feeds me.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 3.19pm, 2nd January, 2020

Image by Kevsphotos from Pixabay

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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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