Gales

Gales wake demons - those the darkness bring

those that under beds; hide

horrors which in shadowy corners; lurk 

all are woken 

the gales unsettle

beasts of distorted imaginations

gales howl through telegraph wires

fight with trees - their branches stripped

garden fences tossed aside

bang side-gates and doors of sheds

swing the signs of public houses

windows under total attack

will the latch hold tight?

will the panes of glass survive?

there 

lying - rigid

cold

amidst an emotional overload  

amongst the troubled thoughts that those 'wee small hours' bring

as the clocks hands slow to a stop

feeding time to anxious minds

thoughts dragged away to corners dark

blankets which as children protected

now fail to settle a troubled 

adult 

mind - which now

no-longer able to comfort

to reassure 

just drifts away

drifting

drifting 

in 

and out 

of sleep

drifting

drifting...

...until sleepy eyes open 

and the curtains flung wide

to the calm of another day

to see a world still there - and see that now

all is well