A CLASH AT MIDNIGHT

A poem I wrote some months back. I wanted to approach bad dreams in a manner of some sort of whimsy.

A CLASH AT MIDNIGHT

Glad I find the morning’s light
Peeking through the slits of shades
In my room which passed the night
Fighting off those darkness raids.

Darkness sent his strongest men,
Men with arms as thick as trees,
Trees which grow in boggy fens,
Fens where wind won’t send her breeze.

In my dreams I watched the war
Between the sides divided.
There upon my kitchen floor
The battle lines collided.

Orders from my bed were sent
Down the rank and file.
Soldiers prepared to prevent
Charge from a foe hostile.

“Stand your ground, don’t give an inch,”
The bed called, voice a-booming,
“Darkness cannot make you flinch
And dawn as well is looming!”

Side-by-side the toaster stood
With fridge and coffee-maker,
Flanked in back (they understood)
By salt and pepper shakers.

Floor and carpet, door and walls,
All awash I saw my room
Then as though Heorot hall
Fighting awful Grendel’s gloom.

Last I saw before I woke
And shudder I to state it,
One rode in on blackest smoke
The darkness had awaited.

No appliance nor the bed
Could fend off such a creature
As the rider known as dread
Who hadn’t come for either.

But wait! Just there! Through the shades
Came piercing as an arrow,
Light like sharpened edge of blade
Slipped through a gap quite narrow.

A blinding light, I as well
Was captured in a moment.
Next my bleary eyes could tell
Naught was there but atonement.

Textured ceiling held my gaze
Which told me I had woken.
Glad I find when brand new days
Those darkest nights have broken.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

A beautiful psychological thriller. When I read this poem I was thinking about Sigmund Freud. Beautifully written poem ⭐