From a Cliff

Ink on colour paper By Malek Montag

Ink on colour paper
By Malek Montag

Up on the cliff high above the grey swelling sheen
I munch my lunch under bright cloud-covered sun
and dream of riding a vessel on that choppy stream
nonchalantly sailing towards the distant horizon.

Far out over the turmoil of that deep, dark briny
sea I would brave weather to land on exotic lands
miles away from the turmoil of everyday memory
and the life that trickles from my weary hands.

In my mud-soaked bus eating my bar of chocolate
hours become meaningless in the farce of my day
and I wonder at the future left to me, and my fate
as a white-sheeted craft wanders serenely away.

Malek Montag, Rochester, Kent, 2015


About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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