Solitary Nocturne, by Ed Ahern
First appeared in Corpse Road
As clouds shutter the night sky
and the neighbor’s light is off
and the woods wear textured black,
there’s no help in looking outwards.
Those alone suckle on devices
and pray for undying power,
for when heat and light vanish
there’s no comfort in a candle.
Things edge closer in the blindness
and soothing lies are needed,
and someone else’s breath,
there’s no relief in solitary fear.
Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He has his original wife, but advises that after forty seven years they are both out of warranty. Ed has had over fifty stories published thus far, most also reprinted.