glove cushions me.
protected from harm,
the fires in the hearths warm;
seamless clay walls and chimneys,
each story’s windows caulked and locked;
a fortress, constructed brick by brick.
sleep comes easy without anxieties,
yet why are my dreams about escaping?
sometimes, when awake, it’s hard to breathe
in the stale air’s monotony.
culling potential threats, there’s
nothing left but me,
oh my; my worst
Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Sarah says:
Choose one of the 5 given images by artist, Lee Madwick and write a poem inspired by it.
I’m linking this up to dVerse’ Open Link Night LIVE, where Bjorn hosts.