Citadel
by Jane Flett
Last night we slept with books in the bed.
We crafted a citadel of their spines;
the hardy chapters served as parapets
to defend our dreams from the warriors of the night.
We made a mortar of conjunctions
to help the turret bricks to hold, and
rabid alligators circled a moat that
swished, commas beneath their claws.
They swam until the first sunbeam crested
our Ishtar Gate and roused the city from its slumber.
By the time we got out of bed, all the alligators had gone.
We crafted a citadel of their spines;
the hardy chapters served as parapets
to defend our dreams from the warriors of the night.
We made a mortar of conjunctions
to help the turret bricks to hold, and
rabid alligators circled a moat that
swished, commas beneath their claws.
They swam until the first sunbeam crested
our Ishtar Gate and roused the city from its slumber.
By the time we got out of bed, all the alligators had gone.
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Love the use and combination of imagery here.
This has such a Peter Pan feel to it, and I mean this as a huge compliment. A child's nightmare come true. Lovely. Peace...
A Beautifully written piece. I didn't know there were writers writing in such gorgeous language. Brilliant work Jane.
Fave.
Thank you!