Van Winkle’s Nightmare

Van Winkle’s Nightmare

Van Winkle sleeps under the weeping willow tree

To try to forget the things he did see

Antique words feed freedom’s steady diet

As small pebbles hit windowpanes thrown by quiet riots

Small drops fall down making puddles in the roads

They weave pass faces of silent hypnotized toads

They stare at pictures they secretly cannot see

Wrapped in the pleasant fog of mediocrity

Leviathan awash in the lake of untamed beast

The Lion and the Leopard partake in an unmanly feast

Unpopulated libraries stolen word by word

As the last librarian is thinned from the herd

Trailers of Dandelion’s discreetly put into places

To camouflage the scars on unwashed faces

Lapdogs held at bay by cryptic pegs in chains

Pickled pints of delusions pour down the drains

Unknown children bellow forth cries in vain

Once they were known by another name

Now put aside for profit and convenience sake

Untold hushed ripples left behind in the wake

Cicero has been silenced by new speak

The mounted strong fleeced by the weak

Van Winkle awakes from his long snore

He looks around to see that his home is no more

As the willow hopelessly continues to weep

Van Winkle takes his potion and goes back to sleep

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SSmoothie's picture

Nice work! Cheers SS

Nice work! Cheers SS

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Thank you

Thank you Smoothie

Morningglory's picture

This is a great story sleepy.

This is a great story sleepy. I had to look up a few words... : / I hope that next time Van Winkle wakes, he won't wish to go back to sleep.

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Thank you Healing for reading and your comment :)