Jeremy Leach


The tethered horse at night,

Uneasy, restlessly pulling and snorting under the moon’s milky-blue light


The widened white of the eye

The strong summer wind, heaving the trees in flailing ghostly arms, against the black-lined sky


And demons stir from the soul

To perch high in branches through the veil of dark uncertainty, to fleetingly behold


Making strange, unknown sounds

Unsettled to the core the mind tumbles, trapped in endless fearful rounds


So scared of what might be

The unsettled mare looks for dawn through rain-streaked clouds - and so too it is with me


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