The voice

Sharing Phillip’s take on the prompt –

Phillip Knight Scott

I heard the voice — whirling in my ears
like a breeze whistling on leaves
with the bluster of November not expecting
December to overshadow it — though 
in my delirium I could not find it.

The voice — alien and incoherent as it seized
my mind without a through to the impression
it left — told me to leave (bounded
in lunacy and invisible) to 
the irrational rabble wrapped in regret.

Was it mania — a psychic knot tied
to some forgotten tram unspooling and
unwelcome — or merely benign?
I am not delusional enough 
to think I know the difference.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for a few prompts:

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  1. cold
    goose skin
    blue vein
    skein
    last
    chance
    to walk
    away
    and back again
    literally!

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