Poem

Photo by Max Nguyen on Unsplash

The figure turned male
transformed on sight
into a stick fellow
stood above the sleep meadow
blanket over arm
while I woke to a scream
of my own making made of
night steps in motor movements.

The figure was a hex
moulded out of wicker
flesh, a witch of no
consequence…

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Lennie Varvarides

Lennie Varvarides

London-based dyslexic creative working in development. Founder of DYSPLA, founding editor @ The Museum of the Neurodivergent-Aesthetic.