Dream Weaver Damsel
"Dream Weaver Damsel"
in a tiny corner beyond mysterious hills
a quaint curio shoppe promised exotic thrills
amid cryptic designs whispered brisk Autumn chills
as the marmalade sunset cautioned while pursuing frills ...
misty clouds had invited
as curiosity excited
I entered dusty door of my own free will.
melodies chanted a pleasant, yet haunting refrain
as a slight pungent odor infused by wolf bane
the proprietess welcomed with a silver head cane
at her side was a midnight blue giant great dane ...
a charming confection
a cozy connection
i wandered in amazement to purchase sculptured frame.
she offered a sweet tea from a boiling cauldron tin
suddenly the silence invaded quiet as a pin
this euphoria feeling tasted tempting as sin
while spraying wild essence which appeared from a bin ...
a mystical trance
fashioned vivid romance
I envisioned a breath of intoxicant gin.
floating through space on invisible wings
seeking to escape from perilous things
trying to seize the illusive brass rings
as I started to weep I heard two lovebirds sing ...
dream sequence is over
awake! smell fresh clover
was my dream a prediction? premonition? or warning?
*For SandyIvy Davis's Good Enough Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S..
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