Things to do when you can’t sleep: lxvi


lxvi : Have a dream

… apparently induced by propping myself up, covers to chin, listening to the house for an hour as it rattled and creaked in the squalls.  It seems it was quite a cheerful dream, though the only wrack of it left behind was strange enough to grow a not-sonnet.  I’ve called it Superstition.


2 responses »

  1. From the oubliette of pusillanimity
    … a tardy response to this post …
    Pen’d in an understairs cupboard,
    waiting for lightning to strike …
    Hope you are pleased with your not-sonnet

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