Upon Waking
Rousing
slowly from a drowsing sleep
Still
faint and frowsing
Morning
light insinuates itself
Creeping
unbidden under gummy eyelids
At
the liminal edge of dawn
The
last lingering strands
Of imaginings
and of rambling dreams
Stretch
taut like piano-wire, gently snapping
The
final frayed threads of contact
With troubling
night-time places
Receding,
fading, disappearing
Among
the jumble of tangled bedclothes
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2014
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