Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (dreams)
I cling to my dreams,
but the piano’s melody pulls me into consciousness.
Heavy with sleep,
a teddy bear clutches at my heart.
At my window,
branches form a percussion in my head.
I am awake.
Butterflies stir in my stigma how.
I free myself and begin the dance of today,
as I am softly drawn into the safety of my father’s music.
Sunday 25th August 2019 7:19 pm