One night I spied a stranger upon the wharf
And they return in my dreams that night
Yellow framed with midnight grace
A face of ever knowing beauty
Beneath them quiet pebbles
Show their words of stone
Carved by the unkept fibres of weary men
Who went places that they never told another living soul
My vision shifts
Visions of green, indigo, crimson, liquid gold
Streets of dust forever unturned by
Sheets of rain and roaming wilderbeasts
Properties never told of sunshine
Window panes shattered by a lonely childs screams
I descend into the shadows of Autumns ear
Forever wishing to embrace
The stranger I spied at night upon the wharf
About the Creator
Niamh Hennessy
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I’m Niamh (they/them) and I’m a poet and aspiring fiction author. I sidestepped into engineering for a while, became a yoga teacher and now spend my days travelling Australia trying to figure out my next step.
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