Shifter

Balancing sanity on the volatile precipice of art—
A thwarted strategy I realise especially at night
When verity and spectres are tortuous to tell apart,
And yet they banish loneliness in the Eremite,
Smooth wood gently gripped as I set to task
In the dark cold winter’s night I dream of sunny shores,
Yet when a blue cold morning dawns I’m going to don my mask
Don humanhood till moonrise when I’m going hunt the moors—
So I am caught forever in-between the spectres’ cast,
Despondency heavy in my breast,
lest hope may swell,
Into ember, warmth, unrest,
A low growl and deep breath,
I shall remain forever in-between maybe even after death.

In a writing course on Future Learn we were challenged to write a Terminal based on “Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” by JOHN KEATS