Beneath the bed a garden sits and waits
Smooth the sheets, my head upon the pillow
Asleep am I until the chaos breaks
Carrots clawed by digging armadillo Nightmare screams from radishes upended
Oh, Stevenson! Upon this counterpane,
Your childhood verses here would be splendid, As in “great thoughts [thrill] vaguely through my brain.” A look from window pane reveals a flash Of spotted fur and flying ears and teeth. Our Border Collie pup doth make a dash. With bark she chases off the armored thief. So poetry a harried heart may calm. And angels bear you to the land of balm.
A sneak peak at the July Challenge that Jilly is instigating. She wrote the first half of a Sonnet (7 lines) and bid me — he who is iambic-challenged — to write the second half.
That would be the part in green.