Bashing Nightmares Really Awfully

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 ‘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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