Yume no seirei

sorenbarrett

As darkening shadows dim reality

Weaving the cobwebs of dreams into imagination

On my pallet, I close the windows to mortality

And drift into another dimension

 

A muted rustling, from corn husks, that fill my tick

Against my skin, a bulge slithers

Conjuring images of serpents, tongues that flick

Their awakening, to my heat.... instict shivers

 

Above me, bat wings fluttering, then silence

On my pillow a simultaneous plop

To my cheek, tiny footsteps threaten violence

A shudder, vomitus reflexive leap.... I stop

 

Frozen in half dream, my eyelids sewn shut

All muscles paralyzed, unable to move

I listen for my infant close by in the hut

It's rythmic breathing so soft and smooth

 

Strong grows the smell of musty mold

Turning to the odor of rotting flesh

A spider is nigh, the smell foretold

Hair stands on end, skin prickles afresh

 

At eyes stitched, I pick and pull

Breaking the threads of slumber

In the doorway with darkness full

Through bleary vision a silouette of umber

 

Two black holes where eyes should be

Dark, bloody tears flowing

Run to the maw of this banshee

With splintered teeth glowing

 

All fades to black, quiet and serene

In the morning's light of sky

Two knotholes where the eyes were seen

I shudder with relief, and sigh

 

But on pillow arachnid debris

From the window escapes a bat

Two puncture marks on my cheek there be

From the tick's tear, a viper's habitate

 

To the crib my eyes now flee

My baby.... still asleep on the mat

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2023 20:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Based on a true experience. I, like Thoreau, love nature and choose to spend a good deal of my time in a rural area, in a small rustic cabin, without screens or glass windows, only wooden shutters. Here I can hear the frogs, cicadas and night birds. The corn husk mattress attracted a family of rats and unbeknowst to me snakes. I later found I had been sleeping on a family of poisonous vipers. Here there is one type of spider that when threatened has a pungent odor that at times smells like rotten meat. Oh yes a vampire bat did suck my blood as I slept, as witnessed by one of my children and the marks it left. I guess that makes me a vampire. Yume no seirei is a mysterious yokai in Japanese mythology believed to cause nightmares
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Totally creeped out Soren, plus your commentary did not make me feel one whit better....💀

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Dave that's why I can't tell anyone about my life, they would never belive it. Appreciate your comments.

      • Doggerel Dave

        Do yourself an autobiography, mate. All that, in context (even though....), would be a best seller, and anyway should not be lost.

      • orchidee

        You'll never see yourself again in a mirror then, if you're a vampire!

        • sorenbarrett

          That might be for the better. Looking at what is there is not very encouraging. Thank you Orchidee for the review and comment.

          • orchidee

            I thought it was a bit of French - Yume wots-is-name. I was very uncultured and didn't follow languages at school. lol.

          • L. B. Mek

            wrong season
            if it was Halloween I would have some warning
            instead I was immersed in horror imagery
            unprepared..
            but I'll forgive it all, since Walden is a book I read every year
            and chapter 2, an escape I return, to
            every other month
            it seems, you've lived the literary life
            I merely dreamed of...
            thank you! for choosing to share
            dear cherished friend
            Brilliant!

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you L.B. dear friend. Nature becomes a muse as does pain and joy. I thank you for your most kind words they mean a great deal.



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