Nightmares

It is a turquoise lake oval in shape The blue boat is almost a cylinder Hills and fountains in the landscape A white and gold cloud resembles her I start rowing the boat slowly Ripples in the water smile at me The wind turns a little breezy The cloud sounds a little breathy I row up to the eastern bank The orange of the sun fondles my face I row down to the western flank The cloud says, the sun I'll replace Suddenly a lion shaped big figure With a sparkling knife in its lifted claw A horrific outcry of yellow anger A violent pose to overawe I get hysteric calling my mother Whose voice descends into the sky Don't panic I am driving away the monster I woke up and saw on my hands a giant fly January 24, 2018 Nightmares - Poetry Contest Sponsored by : Nayda Ivette Negron