Nightmare flower

Musing in the sun

There’s not enough coffee in the pantry
to poison the nightmare flower
growing inside my mind this Monday morning –
a menacing thought blooms in shadows.

What phantoms creep in darkness,
wakeful vigils watching
through keyholes while moonless skies sway
then give way
to the quiet sun cheering for someone to hear?

The sun is too loud.

She dropped the seeds in my ear while I was sleeping
then evaporated, leaving me
a farmer diluted, hosing my brain with
caffeine while my wetter winks paint sorrow
in neat rows not yet tilled.

What blossom sprouts in dejection,
rotten and unwanted
I sit wishing the sun would retreat or retract
or simply retrace its steps in reverse?


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Submitted for Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt : “Nightmare flower”

Written for Sunday’s Whirligig 235 : keyhole, hear, menace, sleeping, phantoms, swaying, cheer, creep, wetter, quiet, winks

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