I'm trying something new, taking a risk this month - participating in#VerseLove with Sarah Donovan,
hoping to write poetry every day this April.
Today's challenge is to write a poem based on a dream or a nightmare; to begin, consider what happened in the dream, write down emotions associated with these events or moments, and then create a poem that is at least 15 lines long.
I keep thinking about my seventeen-month old granddaughter and a recent photograph, that shows nothing more than her hand...she has hidden herself inside a dark closet, delighted with this new game. This fascinates me; the dark is the stuff of my nightmares.
There’s a Hand
There’s a hand sticking out of the closet,
Fingers curled, reaching, grasping,
The breath is faint, labored, forced,
What moves in the dark, thrashing?
There’s a hand sticking out of the closet,
Which side of nightmare is worse -
Only a hint of what is emerging,
Or trapped within dark and cursed?
There’s a hand sticking out of the closet,
A brave, fearless detective
She chooses to look within the dark,
To explore new perspective.
There’s a hand sticking out of the closet,
Followed by giggles and pants
Just like Lucy in Narnia, she’s
Determined to take the chance.
There’s a hand sticking out of the closet
Breaking out, coming back to us,
Watch how isolation, dark, and scary
Meets daring and resilience.
There’s a hand sticking out of the closet,
Freely choosing the unknown,
She knows deep and dark is also free
There is much magic at home.
