An Abecedarian

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2019 November PAD Chapbook Challenge – Day 2
“Write an alpha poem.”

All through hours of darkness
Bells tinkled in harmony with sigh-sound of wind
Chimes, as if summer breezes tip-toed through my
Dreams. For once no nightmare
Entered my head, causing
Fright, switching on lights, barely stifling
Gagging screams lodged in my throat,
Hampering my battle to waken.
In this dream, illustrious colors and characters, 
Joyful and silly, skipped willy-nilly
Kicking up their heels, making me
Laugh. Wait. I recognize them. Is that not
Mad Hatter, maniacal tea aficionado, sitting
Next to March Hare?
Oh, now I know it must be a dream.
Perhaps when I wake,
Quixotic though it may be, some
Radiant energy will carry over. Ah, I am awake,
Soaking in morning sun, sipping black brew.
The busyness of last night’s dream has me
Utterly under its spell, reels rolling like a slide show.
Vanilla scents the air; I do not know
Why, as no candles are lit, nor am I baking. Next dream may be
X-rated, far cry from nightmares and Wonderland
Yarners who would have you believe
Zirconia are diamonds.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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