Dreamcatcher

I dreamed a dream in bed last night,
Of places most bizarre.
Of ponds of liquid lemon pie,
And ducks that played guitar.

Of perfect picture puzzle paths,
And grass of jellybeans.
Of crumpet homes and candy gnomes,
Such things I'd never seen.

Of glinting, misty marble stars,
And clouds of thick eclair.
Of crayon boats and biscuit goats,
A weird and strange affair.

I flew past trees of centipedes,
And over fondant hills.
Past eight-leg cats and purple rats,
A world so full of thrills.

I dived beneath a soapy lake,
Through plastic kelp and Bream.
And swam with rainbow octopus,
Past shores of clotted cream.

And down below the treacle waves,
I spied a feathered bee.
But with a start I woke to find,
My pillows eating me!

by Bridgid Patrick

Comments (4)

this is brilliant because some child will read it and find a certain joy or as in my case the child within enjoyed the poem and i know you have a great imagination, which you have shown in this poem, well done Bridget With a warmth(allan james saywell'
Somewhat childlike and yet thoroughly entertaining. It has a certain Alice-in-Wonderland twist to it., as do some of your others. Quite enjoyable.
Dear Brigid, This is another wonderul poem. It would be lovely for children or for any who still retain a child-like spirit and vision of life and dreams. A very good write. Warmly, Hugh
Ha! Ha! what a great poem and with a brilliant conclusion. Loads of fun here. Keep smiling love Duncan