White Arctic In The Attic

It will pass
Frantc child
be calmed.
Let it go
future prince,
in a hurry
this horror
will Fade without fuss.

Slip the past
through bony fingers
little man
kill it quick.
Sing ballads
jelly lips
go to sleep.

Hush those eyes
frayed baby,
grow solace from the fever
pour oil on Love.
Breathe easy
blow a kiss,
raise a smile
to fantastic angels,
rest Heaven on your bed.

Fresh music
in the heart
washes murder
from the spirit,
lay in comfort
tired darling.
Lock monsters
in a drawer
beneath
stiff pastimes
and ingrowing flashbacks.

Head first
into the EverWorld
tiny scamp
close the Door.
Both sides shoot tigers,
Mum and Dad
Love and Hate.

Blindfold
the Calamities
cute flame,
wish them dead.
Stand tall
docile shadow,
hysterical noises
soon fade...

@Steven Francis poems 1997