30-Day Poetry Challenge: Day 8

Day 8: Dream Recall – Think about any dream that you can vividly recall and interpret it into a poem.

Inspired by a nightmare I had where I was being chased by this vintage doll that used to be at my grandparent’s house. You’d pull a string, and its big, buggy eyes would change colors. I  was fascinated — and frightened — by the damn thing and totally blame it for the aversion to old dolls I still have today.

Click-clack of tiny feet
breathless, I run
faster and faster still
through the old house 
where my mother grew up,
down the hallways 
on threadbare carpet
down the front staircase, 
my feet thunders on the creaky old wood.

Click-clack of tiny feet
hopping down the stairs,
so very close behind me,
thin plastic hands pull the 
string that’ll change its eyes 
from brown to green to blue to violet,
(the sound as they shift makes my blood run cold)

It closes the gap betweeen us
and lets out a high-pitched, frightening giggle,
as if we’re playing a friendly game of tag,
and I’m it.

Photo from ekduncan.com

Photo from ekduncan.com

NMM

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About nikkimmascali

I am an editor, writer and New Yorker who has ink for blood and the blog name + tattoo to prove it. Also of note: I follow more dogs than people on Instagram. This is my blog about reading, writing and absolutely no 'rithmetic because I am horrendous at math.
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