Megan Primrose
Eiderdown
A mist veil keeps the sorrow waiting
as the wind chill shivers the barley
under a starless, moonless, sky.
Tomorrow, a dawn not worth waking for:
the bread, stale, before it’s been proved,
the milk, sour, as it drips from the udder,
the earth parched, before the grassy dew is dry.
But for now, you who sleep slumber sleep
take peace for granted,
hold it as light as a secret
in the mouth of a child.
Megan Primrose is a welsh writer and artist based in Scotland, UK. She tweets @bookbeacon. Find out more: www.meganprimrose.co.uk
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