Poems from Elle's perspective

Happy New Year

Midnight swaggers in
on a distant boom and crackle.
Cotton sheets slide off
warm feet
uncovered by restless bodies
dreaming of sleep.
A mumbled whisper
to greet the new year,
a far cry from
slurred shouts
and listing renditions of auld lang syne.
A snuffled snore and a sleepy smile.
I turn a new page.
Pyrotechnics fade,
and I put my book down
and sleep.


Free verse. Written 1 January 2016.