Inkle

~

I wake abruptly 

into darkness,

the word inkling

rings in my ear

like an alarm

clock dancing 

across my bedside 

cabinet,

–

I have a vague suspicion 

where this rude awakening 

will lead as I attempt to

reference the word,

–

disturbed by the 

glow of my light

she mutters 

‘I thought so’ grumpily 

under her breath 

and turns her back

to resume a snore,

–

I have half an idea 

that sleep may well be

done with for tonight 

*

© Graham R Sherwood 07/25