#dVerse Synchronicity Poem
In our dreams, the dregs of our fears unwashed by the gristle-eyed sun, take hold. “Sleep tight” we say, setting bones deep in feathery pillows... until hijacked spun into fear’s vortex, image after image on lidded screens. Horror a nine year old faces, from her own head, eclipsing rest, dark as bat wings and she wakes, to the waspish beat of gabled flight, pillows adrift. “Mummy!” I surface, gluggy as quagmire, navigating the chill grey hall for hugs knowing there is nothing to do but cuddle her tight: sharp elbows, bowed head, and tell her that it’s three a.m. She must brave the bat wings again alone.
Written for Grace’s dVerse poetics prompt “Synchronicity”.
As a poetry form, this consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas. This form was created by Debra Gundy.