In the night, your hand.
The warmth of fingers
and secrets and darkness
and covered in half-sleep
like the trees
napping and turning
with their sheltering birds
and even the shadows are dreaming
and only the moon
wakes to see things that glow grey
and faint and glancing,
like your hand
in the night.

 

Bryan Marshall grew up in Scotland, but now lives in Wales. He’s won a few competitions, has been published on the net and in real books and magazines. He runs a weekly writing group. The novel is awaiting attention…