|
| Next |
Back |
Home |Fiction |
Non-Fiction | Poems |
Book Excerpts |
Fog
Poem By Sara L. Fischer
There are no longer screaming streetlights here
But glowing orbs
Floating by some enchantment
In this other world
Where I,
A wide-eyed child,
Am held in the immediate--
I feel secure.
Muffled sounds reassure me
Of my safety, the blanket I hide under.
I'd retreat here forever,
If I could.
But my haven is nomadic.
Sara L. Fischer, age 16, contact:
holyfirebug734@yahoo.com
Copyright 2006 Sara L. Fischer.
Reviews and comments requested
Posted 06/19/2006
| Next |
Back |
Home |Fiction |
Non-Fiction | Poems |
Book Excerpts |
|