Dreamsoldfair

A poems for your children and the child in you....let your imagination go wild...get into the mood and enjoy fantasy through my eyes!

I have played with words in this poem...I had fun writing it...hope you enjoy it too.
Dreamsoldfair...could be 'dream sold fair' or 'dreams old fair'
Dreamstrapit...dream strap it...dreams trap pit
Dreamslitold...dream slit old...dreams lit old

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I heard the lucid laughter slice the air

The hurly-burly gaiety of Dreamsoldfair

In knickerbockers and belled droopcaps

Prancing around were pixie gnomes.

I spy a fairy and wonder why they hide

Bluebell over toadstones dangle

Where screampies were hawked.

I hop onto the path of purple cobble

Looking at wares put up for sale

Dreamsnapup the first shop to stop

A pouch of golden magic powder

To add some pop to my snappy nap

Steering clear from the jar that holds

The nasty brown snap up chowder.

Next I step into lively Dreamstrapit

To buy one dozen braided leather straps

Need to tie down troublesome dreams

Which annoy with their slippery tricks

Avoid I have to those cruel traps

In snarey pits they trap cute dreams.

I really love the next stop I make

At bright sunny shop Dreamoodare

Discs of luminous moods to take

For the daring dreams I love to dream

Canned doom air I refuse to breath

Sold in jars corked down safe.

I chance upon old dingy Dreamslitold

Had some old dreams that need be sold

Here they are mercilessly slit, I am told

I plan to trade them for some new-lit ones.

Appeared before me a man behind the counter

With a long chin with a curly pigtail beard

His eyes bore into mine, searching

I think he sees those secret dreams sleeping

Hey! Old devil! ! What are you doing?

I panic to see the words and papers

Stream out through my eyes and my mouth

Into a dark hole on the ceiling

I quickly draw my bow and arrow

Plan to nail the old man to his shadow

Then suddenly a wave of understanding hits

Held pointed my uncapped pen to the hole

And down come the words streaming back

Into my pen, safe and sound.

Later when I sat down to write on paper

Each letter each word a different colour

Each line each stanza a different flavour.

I think I caught some other’s dreams too

Enriching my poems with dreams new

Hush! Let me silently thank the evil old man.

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