who were you in my dream?

I longed for a knight in shining armor
And dreamed of an overall-clad farmer.

It happened again the following night:
I dreamed of a pastry chef dressed in white.

Firefighter, postman, a surgeon in scrubs
Were only a few of my dreamland flubs.

When at last he appeared, my gallant knight,
He mouthed dream on and vanished from sight.

Poem title from chapter 39 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.

Peace to your !


Out of the deep, the frightmares creep
(A horrifying number).
Out of the deep and into your sleep
(They’re spying on your slumber).
But they will not dare to scare you
If you stare them in the eyes,
And I tell you if you yell “BOO!”
They will scatter in surprise,
And they will be the ones to scream
While you enjoy a fright-free dream.

NaPoWriMo22 Day 23 — Prompt from murisopsis’s poetry scavenger hunt, to write a poem using the words spy and deep. Peace to your !


I kissed you,
You kissed me,
We both kissed the baby,
And that made three.

The baby kissed the hamster,
The hamster kissed the fish,
The fish lit a candle,
And then made a wish.

The candle lit the curtain,
The curtain lit a wire,
The wire grew hot,
And that made fire.

The fire licked the treetops,
The treetops licked a fence,
The fence burned down,
And that made sense.

© Stephanie Malley
Poem title from chapter 52 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.

NaPoWriMo21 Day 21 – Write a poem that has lines with a repetitive setup. Prompt from NaPoWriMo.net.

Even more serendipity! I learned about sijo for the first time yesterday and was immediately able to use it for “a sengsong pot of possibilities,” also a poemcrazy poem. This third sijo is more elegant than what I posted yesterday, and I’ve entered it in a sijo competition.

Then today comes a prompt perfect for another of the titles! I have only five more to write to complete the collection. Peace to your !

“Night Mist”

My husband kids me a lot about the gaps in my memory. (My 4th-grade memories consist of my teacher’s name, Mrs. McKillop, who wore a lot of makeup, and learning the word rendezvous because the other 4th-grade teacher had a “Reading Rendezvous”–and that may actually have been a 5th-grade thing.) I don’t have much of a memory for dreams, either. I often am lost in my dreams, with a destination I know and a route I used to know but can’t figure out–emotional but without many images to retain. Ah, well…. Peace to your ♥!

Night Mist

I smell, you say? Only in my dreams.
I smell, you spray, and suddenly it seems
We're in a church in separate pews...
I've not the foggiest idea whose.

© Stephanie Malley

NaPoWriMo20 Day 4: Write a poem based on an image from a dream. Thank you to Maureen Thorson at NaPoWriMo.net for the prompt.