By David Mellor
Dreaming of leaving
This rock above my
Head
Dreaming of leaving
The thought you are dead
Dreaming of leaving
Going back to when I
played here, running up
the path mama mama
kissing your sweet forehead
now motionless and
cold
Dreaming of leaving
Not wishing to go
But there is no one here, just the buzz
Of the drone overhead
And night falling in my soul
Leaving leaving
Dreaming dreaming
of leaving
leaving leaving
leaving…
David Mellor has been published and performed widely from the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. Now, resident in Turkey he has continued his literary career with his work appearing in journals including a weekly column in Canakkale Gündem about his observations of Turkish life. His poems and writings are autobiographical, others topical and several his take on life.
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