Child’s Play

Our childhood monsters
call to us
from dreams
and memories found
in farthest corner
of the mind
They have grown strong
and cunning over time

While we thought we were
ignoring them,
forgetting
them, instead
we were letting
them grow
evolve
in the dark

Now they are almost
unrecognizable
Their power
over us
is subtle
convoluted
but oh-so strong

Early Riser

This morning
I was on
my fourth cup of coffee
when the sun
finally
showed his face

Three a.m. monster
thoughts
came to visit
again

The night before
it was
nightmares
that jolted me, terrified
from sleep

But I think
the monsters
are worse

At least
I can wake up
from the nightmares

This is for Friday 55 at Verse Escape where Hedgewitch keeps alive the tradition and memory of the G-man.

Night Tones

Dark walls of water
and sea-foam lace
reach up for a moon pinned impossibly high,
while the woods settle in
to the bed of the earth
with a shrug and a yawn and a sigh.
Then you lean into me
as I reach out for you
and we bid all the specters good bye,
at the edge of a world
where the nightmares are curled
and the stars fall away from the sky.

Originally written for the Imaginary Garden.