Poetry Pleases: Nightmare
Mary Clemons writes of a blood-chilling nightmare in which goblin, witch and devils come dancing into her room.
Goblin, witch, devils, shadows of night
Dance in tree branches by passing car light
Dance ‘neath the pines out of sight
To my window and in
Black clouds dancing across the sky
Figures on walls darting by
Pitch fork partners crawling on high
Running within my room
Night shadowed figures alive in flight
Dance in my room with no car light
Pull sheets and pillows into the night
Creating my vacant bed
M. S. Clemons 2005
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