The Eye of the Nightmare
In the eye of the nightmare,
the sky was a carpet of stars.
I marathoned by the Great Bear,
lay down for a rest beside Mars,
and waited for rain and wind
to scatter me awake.
My eyes opened; my arms felt pinned;
my calves and hamstrings ached.
The storm picked up outside,
in a dawn of cloudy light.
Andrew Shields lives in Basel, Switzerland. His book Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong was published by Eyewear in June, 2015.
For anyone who’s interested, this poem was set to music by Nadia Leonti and released on the LEONTI album “Pink Maria”: http://www.leontimusic.ch/#platten
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