Enid hears
cries in the night:
her mother,
an argument,
Father's voice
bellowing
through the flat.
Enid hides
beneath wool
blanketing
and grey sheets.
Mother screams;
more shouting.
Enid hears
the coal trucks
now being
shunted by
the shunter
on the tracks
in the old
dark coal wharf.
She stares out
in darkness;
just glimmer
of street lamps.
Whimpering,
then silence.
Back to sleep;
soul to keep.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
Enid hears
cries in the night:
her mother,
an argument,
Father's voice
bellowing
through the flat.
Enid hides
beneath wool
blanketing
and grey sheets.
Mother screams;
more shouting.
Enid hears
the coal trucks
now being
shunted by
the shunter
on the tracks
in the old
dark coal wharf.
She stares out
in darkness;
just glimmer
of street lamps.
Whimpering,
then silence.
Back to sleep;
soul to keep.
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