On the highest of floors
in the tallest of towers,
He hunkered down
safe for the night.
And as he curled up,
he listened to them;
all the old stories
snoring out loud.
And as they were snoring,
he found himself drifting
asleep to the
sound of the rain.
A rain that was steadily
washing away
all of his doubt
and his fear
and his pain.
The library, you see,
is a magical place,
where stories and dreams
come alive.
Or that’s what his mum
had always told him,
which is why he was
hiding there now.
Something had happened,
something not good,
something too
awful for words.
So he ran away
to the safest of places,
to get lost in the
depths of a dream.
For this was his home,
these were his books;
these were his
stories and friends.
And it mattered not
what the morrow might bring
for now he was
safe and sound.
April 10, 2013 | Categories: Poetics and Prose | Tags: Books, dreaming, dreams, NaPoWriMo, Poem, Poetry, sanctuary, stories, the library | Leave A Comment »
Her eyelids grow heavy
as she fights off the sleep
that is weighing her down,
compelled by the need
to stay there,
awake,
within the realm of
reality,
sanity,
truth – the dream,
it whispers deception,
sweet lies in her ear,
pulling her further
into the dark,
asleep.
Awake.
Reliving a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
stumbling through hist’ry
that’s halfway obscured
by the frost of the night -
it fogs up her sight -
her heart is so
cold and
alone.
Trapped.
Locked in a time
neither here nor there,
the darkness,
it follows her steps,
a waltz -
one-two-three
one-two-three
one-two-three
Stop.
The echo of music
pervades the vast halls,
a chorus of sorrow;
she cries out in pain.
She needs to wake up,
she needs to wake up,
the dream isn’t real,
she needs to wake up.
But up isn’t up
and down’s turned around.
Tears splash in drops,
she needs to be found.
She’s lost in a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
until she falls
softly
awake.
August 23, 2012 | Categories: Poetics and Prose | Tags: Awake, dreaming, dreams, fiction, memories, Poem, Poetry, sadness, sleep, the dreamer, the past, waking up | Leave A Comment »
“What say you
of dreams,
dear chap?”
“Of dreams,
good sir?”
“Indeed.
What would
you say
they are?”
(more…)
October 28, 2011 | Categories: Poetics and Prose, The Gentlemen | Tags: banter, british, conversation, dreams, gentlemen, inspiration, reality, shadows, the light | 8 Comments »
