(for Annie)

Folded in feather down dreams

safe from fears of the night

undisturbed by winters white screams

thoughts wing away in full flight.


Muffled in merino fleeces

dreams glide over starry horizons

silhouettes hide in recesses

shadows sharpen into dark icons.


Soft lamps burn in dim corners

flooding the ceiling with light

showcasing moths like mad dancers

their shadows are partners in flight.


Beyond the windows protection

ragged wolves whimper and wine

gliiding between fearsome shadows

of gnarled wind blasted pines.


Soft velour fantasy creatures

pillow friends plumped round her bed

unblinking all seeing and hearing

stand guard by her sleep tousled head.






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Dorothy Webb

Thu 21st Feb 2019 07:51

Thank you again Jasonfor your very kind words and thank you Jon and Kate G for your likes.

This as written when Annie was a few months old and we were very protective of her.

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 20th Feb 2019 22:12

Another lovely piece Dorothy, I do love your writing style.

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