Paul StJohn Mackintosh

Writing * Poetry * Dark Fiction * Weird * Fantastic * Horror * Fantasy * Science Fiction * Literature

New Poem

Early Rising

Morningtide floods through shoals of rippled cloud,
dawn sunshine daubed across the bedroom wall;
my daughter playing with a crystal ball,
the rainbow angels dancing round her head.

Nightlights still burning strong outlast the night,
curtains thrown wide, no sanctuary for
the shadow animal on the second floor;
the whole house, open, breathes in morning light.