Dream In Ruffles And Lace,
don't stir.
With your hair like a lamb's long fleece,
Rolling over your bosom's white, foamy waves, sleep.
Though mists swirl outside your bedroom lattice,
And above them, the moon looms full.
Dream in ruffles and lace,
just sleep.
Though a dog howls in a yard nearby,
Just breathe, your sweet breath out, don't cry.
Thus shimmer the silver flowers,
Embroidered on your night-gown's froth.
Dream, your peaceful dreams,
While something at your bed's foot stirs.
Relive, watching the swans gliding in the glade;
Lately, your compelled tending of a stranger's grave;
And all your cosy, pretty girlish delights.
A black shape rises at the foot of your bed, but, be calm.
It hovers - huge, and swelling - don't alarm.
Though a bat zigzags squeaking over your chest,
Moonbeams glint from the cross near your throat.
And soon, the scent of violets fills the air,
And, the room lightens, grey fog slipping through the
casement,
by your Virgin's altar there.
And, now she's here.
The woman you saw in your dressing-table mirror,
in recent candlelight. Small, slight, with bell-shaped skirt,
Black ringlets glossy by her pallid neck.
A cross is near her throat,
A testament in her hand,
And still, the faint lingering of grave-earth's about her;
White poppies edge her veil.
Perhaps, tonight, you will dream of her.
Hugs you tight
Eiregirl _________________ All poems and stories posted by Eiregirl are
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Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:19 am
Tahllulah
Joined: 15 Apr 2008
Posts: 24
Location: New Zealand
What a great poem - very descriptive. A very enjoyable read!
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