THE GIMBOLS

When you just can't get to sleep at night....

In the night, they said, twittering,

In the purple night of ogre dreams

Not one creature stirs, wearily,

And no mortal being is what he seems.

But the speakers were the shady dreads,

The gimbols playing mischief in our heads.

In the night, they claimed, badgering,

In the gross silence between ghouls

When you might sleep but somehow can’t,

You feel the icy breath of burning fools...

On the shadows on your crumpled bed

With you awake but feeling almost dead.

And then they smell the dawn, and fear

The sun’s fine rays and hide beneath your sheet

Shivering like d****s , and icy cold

They snuggled like lost tribes about your feet.

And somehow tomorrow when the sun is up and good

They’ll craft a coffin for your flesh from planks of wood.

And cart you off to shadows whence you came,

Taking the oaf from out of you, and all the fame.

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

I enjoyed this lovely piece of yours. The format is excellent. Rhyme scheme works well. Awesomely penned and marvelously expressed. Keep writing.

[Peter Rogerson]

Thanks for your review. I'm sorry I left it so long before replying but my good lady and I have been on a coach holiday and frequently out of touch with the rest of humanity.