‘The Long Dark Night’
by Vivienne Romilly-Weightman
“I toss and turn yet sleep eludes,
Troubled images intrude.
Your face, your voice
Possess each thought.
Now the world amounts to nought.
Vials of potions or soften lights
Offer no peace, no respite.
This ceaseless tide,
That only your arms can satisfy.
Emotive words from aeons past
Lament too, the foolish heart.
Man’s lustful foe,
Tender is love’s heart exposed.”
A #darkread poem submitted for this months Read Watch Play by Surrey resident Vivienne Romilly-Weightman.