Nightmare Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nightmare

Dream
Soccer field
Grass was green
No snow not drought
Sun was knife cut the sky
And blood was maroon so dry
Horizon remained far I hand cross
Web-like but was coming cat cradles
In the web the seagull, spotty and brown

One I caught, was ugly, it flapped strong
Blood-eyed had terror, cried a stench
I grabbed the sharp knife to attack
Dreadful were that and my plan
Suddenly flew a huge gang
In no time all over and
So blood and blood
Poured as flood
From my
Nose