through childhood dreams;
they gave chase,
and I...
ran to climb trees.
My adult mind sneers.
"Lions? Imagination!"
Fearsome beasts hunt me still,
through those nights
when sleep is so unkind
as to leave me conscious
while being eaten.
Written for The Mag With thanks to Tess and Henri Rousseau.
Oh Jinksy - that is rather harrowing!
ReplyDeleteoften wondered how i would taste.
ReplyDeleteI certainly don't want to be awake when that happens! It's great and it's got a similar ending as mine this week.
ReplyDeleteNow I imagined being devoured in my sleep and awake! Nightmares..
ReplyDeleteMoving.
ReplyDeleteyow! I thought of a tasty meal also!
ReplyDeleteNo fun to be eaten when still conscious! Nicely Jinsky!
ReplyDeleteHank
To sleep, perchance to dream? Oh no!
ReplyDeleteConscious, while being eaten.
ReplyDeleteNightmare of Carrie-like proportions!
Hi Jinsky! It's been awhile...
Well, that is what I call a haunting dream..interesting..
ReplyDeleteOh, dear.......not the way I'd chews to go!
ReplyDeleteI am sure a lot of nightmares are faint echoes , racial memories of long ago times when we were the hunted , rather than the hunter, praying for dawn .....cheers Jinksy
ReplyDeleteSometimes sleep can be so cruel...
ReplyDeleteOh, horrors! I love this!
ReplyDeleteNow those are some scary dreams!
ReplyDeleteCool alteration of the photo....it goes with the tenor of your poem nicely.
ReplyDeleteOh my, such a tempting treat this is.
ReplyDeleteahh, the last stanza is haunting. dreams...i think they leave us with all the little uncovered pieces of who we are.
ReplyDeletegreat write!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
Ah, what a scary dream to still haunt you to this day.
ReplyDeleteYikes! No trees to climb here...
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