Bars of moonlight trap me in my bed
Lines of poems trapped in my head
Half awake and feeling half dead
Tied up in sheets
A gathering of knots
Behind soporific eyelids
Dancing dots
Of light
No shapes
Just first-light blurs
The only sound
The tick
Of a clock
Tick
Tock
©Kim M. Russell, 2015
I wrote this in response to Sacha Black’s #WRITESPIRATION 70 TRAPPED. I wish her a speedy recovery.
writing in north norfolk 
Love this very descriptive, and poetic in anticipation of the next tick of the clock.
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Thank you Eilish 🙂
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Beautiful poem, thank you so much for participating and for the well wishes. I love the word soporific by the way! 🙂
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Beautifully written. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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This is beautiful
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Thank ou 🙂
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You’re welcome :))
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