Through Sleep’s Fragile Film

image by Leandro de Carvalho on pixabay

In her bed yet in her head
In her sleep, no place to keep
Creeping through sleep’s fragile film
In a dream, through veils unseen
Into a world that is not ours
Where five minutes lived might yet be hours
Or hours be but a second breath
To walk with folk who might be foe, kith or kin
Who yet behave like conscripted actors in the walker’s scenes,
Acting out the somnambulist’s fears and hopes and daily cares


78 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Somnambulist

About crispina kemp

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41 Responses to Through Sleep’s Fragile Film

  1. Tien Skye says:

    I love the rhythm to this poem and the poetic image. Very well written

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  2. Violet Lentz says:

    This has a bewitching quality to it. As if a spell has been cast. Brilliant.

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  3. EntangleDesigns says:

    “Who yet behave like conscripted actors in the walker’s scenes…” This really captures the alien quality of sleepwalker’s dream. Absolutely love it!

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  4. Sadje says:

    Wow! This is great Crispina.

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  5. Jen Goldie says:

    “Where five minutes lived might yet be hours
    Or hours be but a second breath”
    I read and reread your poignant poem. It’s indeed a thinker and beautifully penned. 💜🙂

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  6. Indira says:

    Imaginative take. I think we all walk to some mysterious place for some time in our sleep. I loved the idea of walking to another world in sleep.

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  7. Elizabeth says:

    Reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe. Great job.

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  8. The way you’ve conjured up the beauty and terror of this parallel dimension, it’s mystical❤ Keep writing!

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  9. Dale says:

    This is gorgeous, Crispina. I seem to have missed a day’s worth of emails somehow. Glad I decided to go back!

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