Dreaming High

Mum, said I, can I fly, with the birds in the sky?Yes, you can, before sleep, flap your thoughts, take a leap…Dreamt of wings, woke in bed, feathers dense, guilt in lead.Mum, said I, when birds die, do they fall from the sky? This is my flutter at the prompt by dVerse. This poem usesContinue reading “Dreaming High”

Unconscious resolutions

Nocturnal thoughts coo from the past, In the twilight of my waking hour, To lay upon the palate, Spoon fed on morsels sour, Unforgotten grievances morph heinously, In slumber, shapes of familiar faces jitter, Me awake, with a pinch of saltiness, And an essence flavourfully bitter, I slip back beneath my eyelids, Drawing shut theContinue reading “Unconscious resolutions”