I believe
mushrooming fairies and elves
cavort in misty green plots.

I believe
that naughty toys wait until midnight
to stretch and play
free from children’s hands.

I believe
in funambule without net.

I believe
treacherous creatures lurk in the dark.

I believe
I am a werewolf restrained
until the full-moon
releases the shackles
bitter salt rises in blood with the king tide
and the throats of lambs will be slashed.

Walter Mitty is harmless.

Dream on.

21 thoughts on “In Your Dreams

  1. You really do have a dark side! Glad you could let it out, but please warn us when the hair grows and the teeth get pointy so we know when to lock the doors!

  2. This poem reminded me of how terrified I was to sleep over at my grandmother’s house. She had these tiny little dolls dressed in Victorian era clothes with china faces and eyes that followed you round the room. I know they came alive at night. It still gives me a frisson of terror to think of them.
    Eeeekkkk!!!!

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