I lay asleep on the lip of a fountain,
Enveloped in the cadence of the night.
Ambushed. In slumbering, contrite
A dream of fingers closed around my ankle —
The sound of his approach veiled by the rustle of the trees.
“Dance with me.” The proclamation of a fall.
Not a request and yet… not quite an order. Tease.
Transfixed, I am unable to resist the call.
Impetuous hand imprisons. Thoughts tangled. Can’t delay
Make my escape… from his hold run away?
The shadow of a kiss, eyes searching for an answer,
Betrayed in my reluctance by a sigh
And in tenacious rave am twined into his lie.
Relentless. Punishing. By fire sealed — mistake.
To pained regrets and daylight I awake.
Sleep is such a beautiful commodity of life. I’m glad you appreciate it and see the inner beauty of what slumber can give you.
Thank you, kbeezyisviral. This is a theme that recurs in my poetry and in my prose too. I am a vivid dreamer – it is to me another world that feels as real as wakefulness.
Sleep is the cousin of death. It can really teach you a lot. I’m glad to hear you are vivid dreamer. I too dream vividly on a consistent basis.
Love the opening to this which sets up the rest. Great job.
Thank you, Richard. I am very glad you liked it. Will impart a secret with you: this poem was inspired by a scene in my novel. 🙂
That’s freaky you saying that. Right at this moment, I am about two paragraphs from the end of my own second draft. Are you watching me?
Doing my best to stay undercover 😉
I did just lift my cushions up, but you weren’t there.
Always hide under the bed 😉
In that case, I apologise for the clutter, just move it to one side.
I hope your second drafting went well. Fingers crossed it will be ready for submission.
Yes, thank you. I’ve set myself until the end of January to perfect it.
How far on are you with yours?
thirty-seven consecutive chapters revised so far. A few more to go. Whether I will be able to do any of it while in the states, I’m not sure 🙂
That’s good going. Can you put any of it onto your phone to do?
A beautifully structured poem, Vic. Your opening line is gorgeous and sets the tone nicely. This made me think a little of the myth of Persephone – a little bit of Greek can’t be bad. Lovely!
Thank you, Chris. I spent five weeks in Athens this autumn and had a chance to reacquaint myself with those myths which I have loved ever since I was a child. Classic themes have stayed with us for a reason. It was an unconscious choice, but I am glad you discovered the connection.
Thank you, Carrie. So pleased you liked it. 🙂
I know it’s labeled “Sleeping Beauty” but the first few lines gave me a flash of Merry and Pippin from Lord of the Rings being ensnared by that tree. 🙂
And is your twitter fixed? I rather miss your sudden flurry of tweets. haha. 😉
Oh, smacking Tjtherien a bit harder today. haha. He’s a moron and doesn’t know it.
And why has OM ceased tweeting?
Seems counter-intuitive to grow a blog, as #socialmedia can feed blog growth. What’s his reasoning, do you know?
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