Clandestine by Joan McNerney

Clandestine

In the rinse of another grey day
unrolling before us like an empty film.
I want to scream out against
flat skies, tear up coarse air.

Another grey day gnawing
at me sounding metallic beats
putting me through its paces
with long lists of minutiae.

Acrid weariness crawls up spine.
shifting pain like broken shards
of glass cutting my fingertips.
My eyelids drooping shut.

Today marches forward…another
tin soldier knocking yesterday aside.
Each night coming faster, faster.
Winds blowing stronger, stronger.

Cats howl in cold circles as
ragged leaves cling to boughs.
Raindrops fall like black ink
under small pools of lights.

Darkness gathers close…
my shadow, that long black
silhouette slanting down
follows me into the long night.

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.

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