Half Drunk Muse Poetry


Hijacked by T. J. Chapman

What they do not say:
This is a hijack situation.
I am to be held at needlepoint.

What I desire: for my bed to be turned
towards a window, is not important.

What they do not say:
The ransom is too high.
The cancer will not negotiate.

What I do not ask:
Let me look at the sunrise.
At dawn, there is an entire day to dream.
Everything is possible. The world
is shyly emerging from shadows,
revealing herself;
my modest bed faces a corner.

The walls are a dusky red, not
from dust reflecting sunlight:
from words they do not say bursting
against questions I do not ask.

View bio for T. J. Chapman Published in All Poems 1999-2004

About HDM

Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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