Every year, C.M. Simpson gathers up the
short stories, flash fiction and poetry she’s written, published, or prepared
for publishing, and puts them into a single volume. This year, there are two
volumes. The first volume consists of all the work, C.M. has re-discovered from
her early years of writing.
As C.M. explains at the beginning of each
volume “poems and short stories form the
playground I use to explore ways of putting words on paper to create different
effects” and each volume contains a variety of styles and subjects,
accompanied by what it was that inspired her at the time. This piece was inspired
by warriors returning from war.
Again, I’m not sure where the inspiration came for
this poem. It was written on 19 August 2003. I want to dedicate it to the
returning servicemen, who deserve to have someone watch for them when they
return from war zones. Here’s hoping some of you can finally sleep and wake knowing
no harm has come to you or yours.
Now you can
sleep,
rest bones
grown weary,
rest your mind
from thoughts,
from
watchfulness,
being wary.
Sleep,
in the
knowledge
that your watch
will be kept,
that nothing will
come undone
because you lay
down and slept.
Let our hands
hold the weapons.
Let our eyes
guard the dark.
Let our ears
hark to footsteps
that don’t
tread our path
Let us be the
watchmen
as you lie down
and sleep,
you who have
watched for us,
when the dark
was most deep.
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