Fading Light Shuns the Dream’s Embrace
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Enchantment swirls on this, the shortest night
as moon glow’s humid breath among the trees —
a fairy song of welcome — gauzy, white —
to dream’s embrace of thrawn reality
where chaos wields its potions, blurs the eye,
twists bottom into top and right to left,
then revels in confusion’s primal high
when fantasy sublimes a heart unchecked
and lingers in the shadows of the dawn
that weaken, gray, as comprehension stirs —
the fleeting haze of waking’s saline yawn
evaporating, magic lost, dispersed…
Or did it just, itself, succumb to sleep,
curl up where tufts of moss and toadstools creep?
Lingering in the magic of the shortest night? Try these next:
- My Night Journey – Poetry
- Song for a Water Witch – Poetry
- Iris – Poetry
- Returning – Poetry
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Necia Campbell
Necia Campbell is a writer from Vermont who also edits pro bono in her free time. Her work has been published in Twisted: A Horror Anthology and Unseal Your Best Life: Poems Revealing, Past, Present and Perfect Moments with an additional two pieces in forthcoming, but as yet untitled, poetry anthologies.
