in the belly of Morning

by B

sometimes my dreams arrest me
holding me by the wrists deep in the
belly of the Morning, i use her ribs as
rungs to climb out – i hear the wind sleeping
in her lungs – she opens her eyes and the Sun
flung out the first bloody pinks and reds
of dawn – flowers twisting their faces
to look into the pond above our heads, the Sky –
clouds beating in his chest, blocking out the
starlight, Night takes flight – her
shadows curling up in the pocket watch of
Father Time

© Brianna – Tiny Fawns Writings


8 Comments to “in the belly of Morning”

  1. Reblogged this on Tiny Fawns Writings and commented:

    My second submission for Poet’s Corner! I will almost always be sharing nature-themed poetry over there so if you ever have some spare time, please check my poetry out over there along with all of the other wonderful writers! 🙂 -Brianna, Tiny Fawns

  2. Lovely! Such a vivid imagination expressed beautifully in words !

  3. Beautiful! Love it! 🙂 Great imagery.

  4. I see from your first line that you have some of the same trouble I do with dreams – “Sometimes my dreams arrest me”. Great depiction of how to escape!

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