The Inside Room - Jill Freeman

All is quiet

Evening shudders

Drop my line in

Secret waters

No one sees me

No one hears

All alone

With dreams and tears

Barefoot, cold rock

Drops of water

Midnight’s maiden

Heartache’s daughter

Hook, no barb

On a bamboo pole

In the deepening silence

I fish for my soul

Do you come here too?

With an ancient need?

Do you ache with a hunger

Only this will feed?

Do you then wander home

Over valleys of moon?

Bringing your catch

To the inside room

Bits of shadow

Bits of light

Lonely friends

This starry night

Not a murmur

Not a sound

Quiet now

As arms wrapped ‘round

(Based on The Fisher King — Arthurian Legend)