In the Meadow, My Bed Feels Just Right
POETRY
Minerva Violet
11/23/20251 min read
In the Meadow, My Bed Feels Just Right
Somewhere stalled in time,
A peaceful forest meadow waits for me.
Where no where is it a crime,
To do nothing but bake and drink tea.
Where impossible things are as common as wedding rings.
A 9 to 5 is a nightmare of old,
And nowhere is it embarrassing to be bold.
Magical pastries, goddess painted prairies.
Keys that open magic doors, days long candy tours.
Comedy and revelry.
Chainmail and handkerchief blessed sails.
Where in the corner of my eyes,
Magic twinkles and shines.
It rains from the skies and plays music with the windchimes.
Somewhere in that forest,
I awake with no chore list.
No email or missed call,
No desperate need to throw in my ball.
I frolic with the deer, and the fairies glimmer and cheer.
Magic is in the air.
No mention of reality.
No one to dare disrupt the fun.
In the meadow my bed feels just right,
And I never awaken with a fright.
Because the only thing I have to fear,
Is taking for granted what I hold so dear.