It's Still Life

THE SHEEPISH SIDE OF IMAGINARY DREAMS

We’re on the old road
to the sea.
An afternoon drive
against sharp winter sun.

Dressed warm,
a woolly jumper,
thick socks, and old boots
with knotted laces.

County roads and potholes. It’s like driving on a dinosaur’s back. And the car’s developed a chirp. It’s a prick in my ear, the sort of sound your skin might make when it’s sunburnt.

Over there
deep in a dark thicket

Over there
a four-wheel-drive.
Off the road,
stopped on a tilt.

Once during a lesson, my driving instructor told me to take the next left turning. I did. Into a multi-storey carpark. He paid to get us out.

Over there
a flock sheep,
bleating their
tight anxiety.

There’s an eternal
innocence about sheep.

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Inspired by Miz Quickly’s Day 2: Road Trip and Day 6: In a Mess, and The Café of Imaginary Dreams.  Photo by Mehdi Genest on Unsplash  ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter and WP #bloganuary