Poetry Pleases: Nightmare
Rosemary Mitchell's poem about a nightmare contains a scream, then a chuckle.
In the darkness of the night I wait
For the moon’s rays to illuminate
A face suspended in the air,
Which utters words I cannot hear,
And soulless eyes that do not see,
But focus themselves on me.
Its outstretched hands with fingers beckoning
Guide with an unseen force towards the Reckoning.
The heart within me beats the faster,
But I’m not ready to meet my master.
My scream unleashed now has its say
And frightens my unwelcome guest away.
In the dawning I’ll heed the warning.
A sandwich, yes - but no cheese please!
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