September 2024
Bio Note: I am a UK-based poet, who has also lived in Czechia. My work has appeared in many anthologies. Also published in Ink Sweat and Tears, Vox Populi, International Times. Experienced in collaborative work, currently working on poetry in translation with Chinese poet Ma Yongbo.
darkness has the rush of promise
night twisting over the daylight
tails of stars form white trails
lap the earth like Ariel and fall
from the heavens. The listening bark
yearning for the sounds of night,
owls not asleep in their branches,
mice squeaking beneath.
I feel like a small alert owl.
I set my eye on something; softness
and indigo, are silently offered to me.
©2024 Helen Pletts
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