Silent Night

Silence confined the night,

when the stink of incense coiled in the air.

We stood abreast,

Your jealous green cashmere irritating my skin

Our breath entwined,

our refined image stalking the walls

The recitation of rhythm tic rumbling

The sound of a Banjo beating ….beating

Sedate me with your thorny finger tips

Let us wait quietly

I stare out the window, with vacant eyes

I watch a bluebottle quiver in the street

Stumbling upon the swirls of wind

Searching for its way home.


By Linda Bryan


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