When night pervades,

and dreams half pondered,

take up your pencil,

pen the plot;

ignore a poem,

at your peril.

Like shadows fleeting,

they flutter and flee,

hiding in memories,

lurking and laughing –

they turn and snap,

snarling and prowling.

Bidden time ticks,

playing in peripheries,

of subconscious slumber,

and wanton wakefulness;

again I say –

ignore a poem,

at your peril.

 

© Ignore a Poem at your Peril 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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