When the Stag Appears

Digital Art by : Louisa Azevedo

When morning withdraws

its saber from the moon’s heart,

wild things stir to drink the blood

of dreams, to taste hope in its innocence.


In the ethereal unrest of rising - visions

swim the edge of alarm clock’s routine

playing tug of war with alert and sleep’s siren.


Cautiously plans shape-shift from vague

into clarity…The stag leaps from the calendar

erasing familiar with the urgency of change.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2020

Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #24


Sherry Blue Sky said…
I love this, especially "wild things stir to drink the blood of dreams."
Helen said…
I feel the sense of urgency in your poem, love the alarm clock line!
Carrie Van Horn said…
This poem speaks to me from the first line to the last. This is gorgeous Susie!
anthonynorth said…
Love the surreal imagery in this.
Susan said…
How wonderful the leap when it comes, full of both surprise and urgency. Wonderful.
Jim said…
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Jim said…
I feel the urgency in the reading, I'm tired of and we all hurt from the last one who with the urgency and hate of ISIS is bent on destroying nature, lives, and all that has a scent of the "O" name. The bully needs a punch in the nose.
qbit said…
Oooh! Oooh! "When morning withdraws / its saber from the moon’s heart"
Vivian Zems said…

That first line is violent, visceral and wonderfully reckless. The rest of it is divine.
The first stanza is a gasp kind of moment. Love that.
C. Sandlin said…
This is gorgeous!