His breath was a heavy blanket
across my face,
warm and sweet.
“I’ll catch the bad dreams,” he promises.
His hands tangle my hair,
spinning a web
of feather-like strokes.
Lightning flashes,
thunder strikes,
clocks blink,
the sky is alive,
and we roll over
again.
Written for the dVerse prompt: Use blanket as a noun, adjective, or verb. Describe a blanket, real or imagined. Make a blanket statement. Be cozy, dark, sensual, or funny. Maybe you want to blanket us with sunshine or warmth or blanket us under snow. Your choice, as long as your poem is 44 words.
Tricia Sankey 
Love your blog cover, and poem.
Thanks for the follow.
I’m having fun finding new blogs today! 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Nicely done poem.
Thanks for reading 😊
Your quadrille is sensual and romantic, Tricia. It’s comforting to have someone to catch the bad dreams.
This short poem is full of dramatic images: how nice to have someone to catch the bad dreams!
Thanks, Ingrid!
This is so sensual and full of tactile images–warm breath and all. Thanks for joining us!
Just a note–You put your blog link, not the link to your actual post in the Mister Linky.
Yeah, if you look back, I put it in later, so there are two now. Couldn’t delete the first. Thanks for the comment! 🙂
You’re welcome!
I love all the impressions you caught in the dream catcher
– “clocks blink,,” -most impresive
Thanks, Laura!
I would love to have someone protecting me from bad dreams. Sometimes they are the one catching me.
I was in a romantic mood yesterday! Today, I’ll write something morbid, just wait, haha!
The prompt is just coming up… it is morbid I promise.
I’ve written a black widow poem on twitter I will share momentarily. You will swear off women.
Very very nice, Tricia.
Thanks 😊
You’re welcome.
Well done!
Thanks for reading!
You are welcome!