Blankets and Cappucino

something I jotted down in a notebook at work really that some online site somewhere thought was good enough to publish, and send me a certificate for. I am proud of my short and fleeting thought.

I had a nightmare yesterday, and awoke with a chill

like winter's nut turned solid stone against virgin daffodils

It left a fearful sorrow in this dome I call my head

so I kissed my thoughts of sleep goodbye

and set fire to my bed

Reviews

[Scarlet Opal]

I love it. I particularly like the contrast of winter's chill and fire to the bed. I like the connection you made between how your nightmare was icy and to destroy it, you sent a tortuous flame which I imagine was a representation of either your anger or discomfort with the nightmare. Also, the virgin daffodils add a delicate touch, maybe to remind the reader of the gentleness of how dreams are supposed to be; and the winter nut turning to stone, the stone a solid dark nightmare damaging the bed of soft daffodils, it all works for me. Wonderful job. :)