Metaphysical Standoff
tracking
for a billion years
waiting for interstellar dust
to mop up the evidence
or to send a message
from the shimmering light
and provide a
languid invitation from afar
to inspire
the writer of another story
Blink Of An Eye
How does it feel to breathe freedom?
and who does this?
A bird from a cage, a prisoner,
a hiker,
a person in a summer meadow?
Having been around for the flinch of time
and the blink of an eye.
I wonder what remains when we are gone?
About the contributor: Henry Bladon is a writer of short fiction and poetry based in Somerset in the UK. He has degrees in psychology and mental health policy and a PhD in literature and creative writing. His work can be seen in Fewer than 500, Pure Slush, Truth Serum Press, Flash Frontier, and O:JA&L, among other places.
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