Our prompt today was that our poem should be based on an image from a dream.
As always I will start with a haiku.
Drifting off to sleep
No thoughts of dreams or nightmares
Yet the sandman comes
It starts in a very
stark and industrial
type of location, like an
airport or a large shopping
mall. Wherever this is, it is almost
empty, and it is a cavernous space, all
white and silver and shiny and brand new.
There is a giant and very steep escalator, it must
be at least three stories tall and there is not another
soul on it. I get on and ride slowly to the high peak of this
monstrosity and as I reach the summit I realize that there is
no flooring at the top and I am destined to plummet to my death.