Just a Dream

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Dream Poems

a jilted woman,

a riot in the streets,

a butcher,

a book,

and nowhere to hide.

running around with a fake sword,

trying to throw a bottle away,

and find a place to put my book.

people running, snowflakes falling,

on the huge piles of snow.

running water,

put out a fire.

a woman hiding,

in a house.

a family member,

shunted from their home,

trying to impress them.

confusion,

nighttime,

a fake sword,

a bonfire,

snow in bottles,

a single friend,

soon lost,

in the confusion.

a starry sky,

pine trees all around.

a butcher hanging,

from a pole,

dripping dripping,

put the fire out.

how was this fire,

so hot upon my skin,

come to be?

i do not know,

but it is gone now,

as well as this dream,

that came to me in the night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I didn't use capitalization because I don't really think that it fits with the mood, and when I had first typed it at school, I didn't use it.

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Christopher Marshall's picture

A very nice and interesting poem