finally, the desire to write

heavy curtains hang the windows
but I can feel the morning on the other side
that, like a lover at last coming
to bed, signals the time to scratch blank sheet

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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