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A trip to Dreamland
Contributed by
SeptChill
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Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 11:16:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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A Trip to Dreamland
By Katherine Faigen
Last night I dreamed
It was quite bizarre
For in the morning I redeemed
An incredible, wondrous trip afar
As soon as my head hit the soft pillow
I floated into heavy sleep
And realized what I saw below
Was not my bed, but ocean deep
An inky and ominous noir
Mirroring the doubtful sky
Afraid as I was of roaming too far
Elated also to find I could fly
My elation soon departed
For the moment I flew over land
I started sinking, heavy hearted
And bare feet touched cool sand
Upon the beach the dark waves broke
Sending my heart into fits of fear
What if I by chance awoke
A monster resting in its lair
Soon as the thought was in my head
I heard a shaking in the trees
The pounding of a heavy tread
Then harsh and shrieking furies
I clenched muscles trying to fly
But I was locked in frozen fear
I had to move or bid life goodbye
For the monster was drawing near
I watched as it broke through the brush
Horrible, hairy, hellish, and ghastly
So large that just one swipe would crush
Every single bone in my body
“Stay away!” I managed to shout
But listen to me, the thing did not
As it drew back a hand I knew time was out
For I couldn’t get my feet to move from their spot
As I closed my eyes to accept my fate
The monster suddenly stopped its roar
I opened my eyes to observe its state
And saw that it would trouble me no more
For on top of the monster stood a prince
With golden hair and twinkling eyes
Finding feet unglued, I ran to thank him since
It was he who brought on the monster’s demise
He laughed and told me it was naught
And asked me if I needed aid
“Indeed,” I replied, “I’m quite distraught
Off my course I seem to have strayed.”
So he placed his arms around my waist
And launched himself into the air
Back over the black sea we raced
The wind tangled in my hair
And suddenly I heard a song
Sung in a honey textured tone
The prince’s arms, once secure and strong
Became slack and I dropped like a stone
Normally, in dreams, when people fall
They don’t hit bottom, instead they wake
That didn’t happen to me at all
I landed in midst of a great lake
Up with a sputter I arose
Fighting the frigid, yawning pool
And around my wrist long fingers closed
The grip was unbreakable and cruel
Along the surface I was hauled
I caught a glimpse of bobbing fin
Then upon the shore I found myself sprawled
Goosebumps formed upon my skin
She stared at me, licking her lip
A siren with death in her stare
She smiled showing teeth that would rip
At my skin until my bones were bare
“Little morsel,” she said with an evil leer
I shook my head in gross denial
I was trembling with fear
Sentenced to death without a trial
There was no prince to save me now
No trick to which I could resort
But I screamed as loud as I knew how
And saw the siren’s face contort
So I kept screaming, fear egging me on
The siren crumpled, hissed, and spit
And realization began to dawn
My horrendous shrieks were defeating it
Assaulted by my obnoxious call
She crawled back into the murky deep
And I sat frozen in the wake of it all
Wishing I was back asleep
On shaky legs I stood and leapt
Once again in possession of flight
Though airborne, soundless tears I wept
I was alone in the blackest night
I listened hard for sounds of living
And soon I heard a steady beat
But this dream world was unforgiving
A 20 foot eagle had spotted meat
I prepared myself for a fight
Watching as the eagle dove
Keeping the carnivore in my sight
Around its sharp talons I wove
And as I went to turn about
Blinded by my tumbling hair
A golden wing gave me a clout
Spinning me out of the air
And once again I was falling fast
Screaming for help, but nobody heard
Before my eyes my adventure passed
Monster, Monarch, Mermaid, Bird
The wicked water was waiting for me
A frightful, black, and open abyss
In a moment I would reach the sea
And feel its icy, unwelcome kiss
And soft blackness enveloped me
My eyes opened, heavy as lead
I laughed out loud; it couldn’t be!
But it was…I was home in bed
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SeptChill
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Re: A trip to Dreamland
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by searchingforlove on
Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 03:19:29 PM AEST
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This is an awsome poem...I like it just the way it is.
Keep up the good work.
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