Writers Abroad Magazine Issue 2 March 2015 | Page 34

WRITERS ABROAD MAGAZINE

Wild Times
A Poem By Chris Nedahl
The torch light flashed, the voice neared.
I heard, I listened but did not stir.
The arm around my shoulders tightened,
my mother’s voice became more frightened.
Shh! he said and I held my breath
as the voice faded in distant light.
We sat a while, kissed and cuddled,
salt air tingling lips and cheeks.
Got to go, I whispered shyly
as I slipped from his embrace.
Looking back with age and wisdom,
still I long for that forbidden place. WA

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