They’ve dispelled my excitement with a coiled line of rope— imprisoning my fantasies and murdering that hope that fairies really do exist with dragons and magicians. Using scientific words and proofs of the tacticians, they’ve put the rope around the neck of childhood and jerked and I admit the strategy of reason really worked! I don’t believe in Santa Claus. I don’t believe in fables. They’ve ruined Cinderella and lynched Anne of Green Gables. Pure reason is my only friend now that they’ve slain the rest. They’ve installed stark reality but murdered all the zest. I’ll welcome second childhood when silliness again replaces stark reality to cushion the world’s pain.
Prompt words for today are line, dispel and rope.
The dVerse Poets prompt is to write a quadrille (44 words only) making use of the word dragon.
Sacred refuge and snug haven. A safe shelter from the swarm. Not a temple or an altar. Comfortable, snug and warm. Temple to deep relaxation, Underpinning of my dreams. A down comforter to soothe my Rattled nerves and ripping seams. You may guess that I’m a loner, but
You would be just halfway right. Refuges would have no meaning without A journey to feel life’s bite. Under covers is a safe world, Total living through the mind, Cushioning the greater pleasures Nurtured when our pathways wind Around problems to be conquered in the outer world we roam, Safely leading us in a circle back to the refuge that we call home.