Sunday, April 6, 2014

PAD - Day 6 - Poem 3 - Mother Night

Mother Night

“Night, night”
She’d say with a mega watt smile
Cheery as she was all day
Waggled fingers at the door
As though I would sleep
As though I would fall in slumber
Instead Fear - spawn of
Night rose in full cape-swung-glory 
wrapping me with no
escape caught in thick folds of tantalizing
terror -struck 
enchantment - paralyzed
until first fingered light shimmered and soon ...
She'd say - floating head in the doorway with that mega watt smile
"Good morning - Sleep well?"
As though 
As though

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