Clock hands crawl tick creep
Shadows clamour in the gloom
The night’s devoid of sleep
Bad dreams linger in the room
Suffocating hope
Engendering doom
Words become phrases
Couplets rhyme
Wild fancy composes
Rhythmic lines
Quickened wits
Perform poetic feats
Wilful notions
Tug at storm-tossed sheets
At long last, ruffled by the sun’s first ray
Dawn’s grey penumbra surrenders to the day
writing in north norfolk 
It is so often the way. I woke with French phrases in my head. After a bit of tidying, I came up with some French dialogue. Pourquoi? G:)
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