Dream Envy
he said he envied my overactive dream life
I envy you your silence.
My dreams are full
of mad carousing.
Some pad softly
through my sleep
while others seem
the children of goblin fruit,
the voice of seraphim.
About the Creator
Megan D. Robinson
elf by inclination.
lover of words, dancing, and witchcraft.
journalist, poet, storyteller, visual and performing artist.
abuse surviver, single parent with adult child, former dog mom.
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She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
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