a descent into poetry insanity |
| creak-thump, creak-thump, no rockers here, a green painted chair on the porch, where an old man holds a baby and rocks backâcreak, then thump back onto four feet in broken rhythm. creak-thump, creak-thump. you're safe, he promises, let your mama sleep let your daddy sleep. close your eyes. cuddle in. I won't let you fall. your nightmares are shadows and mist. creak-thump, creak-thump, in his arms, baby settles, eyes wide, quiet, heavier, eyes blinking, melting closer, eyes shut. asleep. line count: 25 prompt: rock |