Bashing Nightmares Really Awfully


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Snake in Tree ‘An Antidote to Nightmares’ is the Pooky’s Poems prompt for today.  Yet again, it immediately sparked a childhood memory:

My dreams don’t much in memory stay –
As writer, I have mine all day! –
But one I can’t forget:
Old farmhouse: tall trees all round,
And in each tree huge snakes abound,
All on destruction set.

I fled in through the kitchen door,
Pursuing snakes came by the score,
I was quite terrified;
The mass of snakes still closer grew,
And though I’d slammed the door, I knew,
One seemed to be inside. 

Then, suddenly, I said, ‘How dare
They do this!’ and I grabbed a chair,
And bashed it on the head,
Then rushed outside, and left and right
I swung my chair; they fled in fright –
The one inside was dead. 

And from that time, when nightmares leer,
Or any other cause for fear
I’ve found that I have had,
I just recall that childhood dream
And how it made its message seem:
Don’t panic,  just get mad!

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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44 Responses to Bashing Nightmares Really Awfully

  1. gpcox says:

    No thanks, to me snakes are the worst nightmare. I live here in So. Fla. where the boas are totally out of control, non-native pygmy rattlers have been introduced besides all our regular coral, rattlers, water-moccasins, etc, etc!!

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  2. love it! great rhythm you snake slayer you 😀

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  3. Lucky to almost never dream, let alone nightmare. 🙂

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  4. disperser says:

    Being your dream, the scales were in your favor . . .

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  5. bluebee says:

    Have you checked out the supposed meaning of snakes in dreams? 😳

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  6. Great poem, Col. I have touched a few snakes and even had a python around my shoulders a couple of times, but I’d panic if I came upon one unawares. It has to be in a controlled situation with the seasoned handlers close by.

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  7. misswhiplash says:

    when I used to go to church, which I don’t do anymore…I can remember one thing that has always stuck in my mind…..when you are fearful or afraid.
    Fear knocked at the door.
    Faith opened it…
    There was no one there

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  8. nrhatch says:

    Dreaming of snakes equals a nightmare indeed
    Especially if a visit to the loo I need

    When the floor is covered with reptiles writhing
    That I desire to awake is not surprising

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    • colonialist says:

      I remember leaving our primitive outside toilet at The Heads rather hastily, without pants, when I spied a particularly large boomslang leering down at me from the rafters.

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  9. Grannymar says:

    The only snakes we have in Ireland, are in the zoos or politics! I am not a fan of either kind.

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    • colonialist says:

      Although the Ice Age did for them originally, the boom seems to have resulted in a lot of imported versions starting to roam free – probably more than realised, because snakes are good at lying low! *snigger*

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  10. melouisef says:

    You did not take that photo? 🙂

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  11. Anthony says:

    I hate snakes!!! That is one ugly F..en snake….

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  12. bulldog says:

    Love the last line…

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  13. The Asian says:

    Snakes give me the heebie-jeebies

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