Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
I stumbled upon a wayward thought, altogether forgotten, and dreary,
what if the world were safe, forever colourful, and cheery,
where would my mind go, wandering on, discovering anew,
uncovering latent ideas, a final encore, before the final coup,
of government betrayals, and midnight deals, a corporate shrew.
Pencil on Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2016
Prompt for day 25 from www.napowrimo.com
“write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first line), but then goes elsewhere with it” – so I chose The Raven by Egar Allan Poe … most of my poetry is dark and Poe is a great inspiration to me….