By
Ian Fletcher
The Return
The gale rages against the windows
of the old house and of my mind
as if this is the force that has erased
those dear to me over the passing years.
This tempest seems to care not
whether I have lived well
or sinned in my long absence
its fierce purpose seeking
merely to extinguish my light
and blow away my soul.
I cannot sleep tonight thus harrowed
by memories of those who are missed
and the pitilessness of the wind.
Ian Fletcher
Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Dead Snakes, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, and in various anthologies.
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