This rainy, windy and dark autumn evening I scribbled down some silliness. I was inspired by two things, firstly, my rather active night’s sleep last night (if you know me well enough, you know I dream loudly and expressively) and secondly by SFox’s blog. He wrote a wonderful poem the other day which I really enjoyed and realised I wanted to change it up and inject a little bit of fun into my poetry every now and then.
So here goes, fair world, read on and enjoy:
The unfortunate effects of a dancing sleeper
Up and down
and round and round the rabbit hole we must go,
come Shrews and Voles,
Cats and Moles,
for there’s a party to behold.
Where party clocks and holy socks will dance
all night long
to jazz, to house, and to trance
until the bell rings, ding dong.
Cups of tea and stale fruit scones
shall be slurped and scoffed right down
until the time does come
to a eat a candied dental floss crown.
Nor witch nor mammal can see the difference in,
the wild cream tarts with legs or the fire’s whose flames ne’er win.
This party may seem like a huge joke
but believe me when I say
these are my nightly dreamscape folk
with whom I drink and pray.
I dance around a golden ring –
- only to find when morning cometh
that my boyfriend’s noggin resembles K2’s summit.
© LE Purse
15th October 2014
Image from here, thank you!