Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Night-numbed

by Ruby Cooper

This restful morning,
Sheets tossed back,
And curtains alike,
Little me
Lay contemplating,
Very little;
Perhaps too big a stretch
For my night-numbed mind,
Which was still
Shrugging off sleep.
It must have been
That whimsy, weightless
Space which heralds
Consecutive yawning:
Where you’ve still
A few sticky toes
Left in your dream.
At any rate,
I couldn’t resist
Pondering the bliss
Of all that smiling daylight
Which merely
Peeped inside,
To rouse me.

Added: 25.04.2011

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