Night Visions

I had quite the imagination as a child. I would stare at the window in my bedroom until I conjured these horrible images that would stare at me from outside, then I'd run into my mom's room and hide my head under the cover. Once I decided to see if they would appear in my mom's window. This poem is about that time. Happy Halloween!

From my Bed I summon them as
Frameless panes compel my taunts.
Haunting glassy fantasies.
Lions, witches, beheaded wolf,
Effecting frightful trepidation.

Into Mama’s bed I run,
Presumptive sanctuary. 

Audaciously my tiny face 

bids my eyes to frameless panes
where my hateful witch awaits.
Boldly, she breaches the expected mores.
What a wretched witch!