Hegira

Those dream-filled summer nights,

a wail, anguished as a banshee,

pierced the rusty screen.

Then the rhythmic clatter grew

until the bed and I would tremble.

Let me come too, I whispered,

but it never heard,

or didn't understand,

or didn't care about a little girl

and a gallant torn-eared bear.

The rumbling, shaking wraith

moved on, its cry waning to an echo,

my heartbeat clinging to the cadence

of away from here, away from

here, away

First published in Black Poppy Review

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I love this. It makes me nostaglic for what I was so familiar with, that overwhelming desire to be in the other -

Marirose Vernalee