As the wolf prowls around the perimeter,
thick fogs seeps into my mind,
its tendrils twisting and choking
while its sluggish poison
seeps into the crevasses of my brain;
making clarity illusive.
The dark mire drags me down,
gasping,
fingertips reaching out
for unattainable thoughts,
as they flit away
like so many winged birds;
tantalisingly close,
yet impossibly out of reach.
thick fogs seeps into my mind,
its tendrils twisting and choking
while its sluggish poison
seeps into the crevasses of my brain;
making clarity illusive.
The dark mire drags me down,
gasping,
fingertips reaching out
for unattainable thoughts,
as they flit away
like so many winged birds;
tantalisingly close,
yet impossibly out of reach.
BIO: Katharine is an Irish writer who now lives in Belgium. Katharine has wanted to write ever since she was a very young child but due to work commitments was never able to fulfill her dream. She was diagnosed with a chronic illness a few years ago and suddenly found herself unable to work and with time on her hands. She has had work published in two poetry anthologies, in local press and online.
