Phil Wood, “Waking”

Phil Wood studied English Literature at Aberystwyth University. He has worked in statistics, shipping, and a biscuit factory. His writing can be found in various publications, including Autumn Sky Daily, Clementine Unbound, Fevers of the Mind, and The Wild Word.

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Waking

Once we slept
spooning for oxytocin,
now I stay
under my duvet,
the windows frosted,
songbirds silenced.

I’ve missed
the shipping forecast,
I need my fix
of dopamine,
so I listen
to The Lark Ascending
and adverts
on Classic FM.

She has exited,
a dawn run
to get in shape
for me
and for a longer life.
But mainly
for the endorphins.

I worry about
her chemical imbalance,
her anxiety over
serotonin,
the happiness molecule,
and fall asleep.


2 thoughts on “Phil Wood, “Waking”

  1. I just love this poem! The word choice develops a quiet atmosphere of early morning “alone” time, that spot between waking and getting up. Clever use too of all those hormone-y words, so deftly woven in. I had one moment of anxiety myself when I read the line “She has exited” but then was relieved to know it wasn’t for good. She’s returning after her run. 🙂

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