An oil lamp flickers
in the darkness
there
in that cottage
hidden somewhere
between pounding surf
and shifting sand
Its windows long since boarded
adorned by peeling paint and
cracked glass and a door that hangs
slightly askew
The sole occupant feigns a grimace
as he formulates a plan
to pull me from this slumber
to compel me to join him
in this place where
we are forever linked
photo: Pixabay
prompts: #SeptemberFalls18, Literati Mafia, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompt
Writing and Reflections 
It certainly has a dreamlike quality. Hard to determine whether it is dream or nightmare. A bit of both, I think, as are many dreams. Very intriguing.
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Thanks. Yes, I was thinking a bit of both as well.
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pulls me from this slumber to compel me to join him – like being woken up from a prolonged nightmare by one we are destined to be with – breathlessly beautiful!
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Thank you so much!
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