The Wind was a Gallop
Oh to the worse
that warning rang,
toward our rattling leap.
We thought our frolic our pattering feet,
and so we chased the wind
into a galloping dance.
We sang a chorus with tolling bells,
ran with summer
and turned a billow roar.
We were our
grasping at balustrades,
and we toppled
out of youthful dreams
into a streaming
Inspired and remixed from a poem by Victor Hugo, “The Djinns” (“Murs, ville et port”) Written for Margo’s Summer Dreams prompt
Goodnight and Bless
I am that creased mingle in his dreams,
that eccentric humour, a habitable pocket,
like a lost sweet (sans fuzz), or a petulant
weathercock or a wet capricious wind.
Such are the promises of a child’s sleep –
tin people and stalking horses painted
up in primary colours, a crafty world
woven together at night. I watch. Wonder
where his worldly pillow takes him.
Good night, and bless.
For my beautiful grandson, Ethan.
Inspired by Charles Dickens’s Bleak House
summer often roams my dreams,
as early morning leaves
with streetlamps dark by day