The Reprieve

Sing me a lullaby, steal me a dream
Build me a fantasy with tinsel and glittery seams
There is plenty to say, plenty to declare
Pronounce, utter, declaim
Announce, shout and refrain
No I'm not asking for promises
I'm not asking for a bond
But a reprieve that holds off the chainsaws
The serrating blades, the gut-wrenching screams
So shower me with sparklers and the bright twinklers
The shimmer, the confetti, the neon prismatic centrepieces
The garlands, party poppers, some icing, some champagne
Mind-numbing music, heart-stopping strain
Notes breathing sadness, as a banshee sighs at the end of a keen

(Feb 2011)