Poetry and Photography by WT Davies


From the tattered blind

the light passed through

my sheltered wall of sleep


Asleep in dreams

I woke to find

the one that follows me


I became the eye

of that changeling beast

Not allowing his

Will be mine

(What madness lay beside

me in the smoking dawn)


Then I in willful mind

still dreaming said,

“Leave you must -- enough!”


In violent threat he answered me

with nothing more than ---dust