Tuesday, June 28, 2016

great dragons

shadows climb the wall
carvings of monsters with pitchforks
their horns and halos sway in a tall line
a black curtain, rising
dread with your candle flame flickering, imagining
great dragons
dark, fire-breathing, and in one gulp, swallowing
you whole
you, in your long robe and nightcap
they come closer
you cringe and slowly peer
and find only the bunny slippers
at your feet.