Today: Dreampoem
How strange the dream that continues to haunt, long after its disjointed images have drowned in the flood of waking.
Dreampoem
A threat in the sky
a warning to those below:
call your legless home
Battles in the sky
but fields hold ample water.
Your foes are not thugs.
Gather the pieces,
the toys, the childhood things.
crawl urgently home!
Go now – drop what you’re doing – go home!
Text and images from the unpublished manuscript 52 Scribbles, copyright 2017 by M.C. Chambers. All rights reserved.
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