A child's mind in the throes of divorce and her recurring dream about her father. |
Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind, when it has once seized on it, like a lichen on the rock. - Frankenstein's Monster (M. Shelley, Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus, 1818) Daddy’s Little Girl In the dark room, She hides alone, Bewildered by her heart, Grey and mysty─ Betraying. Always 5 Uncertain. Her child’s mind, Fogged with clear memories Of a time, when she was Daddy’s little girl. 10 She cries. Under the covers, No dank smell. Under the bed, No dusty bunnies. 15 Just waiting, For Daddy to come, Carry her Into the twilight─ Together. 20 He is tall─ Larger than life─ Her’s. Handsome in her eye, There is goodness in him. 25 Misery made him a fiend─ A Frankenstein. Indeed, so powerful, So virtuous in his little girl’s eyes, And now, so base. 30 In her endless dream, He always finds her, Always picks her up. Like a wilted flower, She leans into him─ 35 Head on his shoulder. She watches as he walks, Cradling her through Alluding darkness─ Her nightmare. 40 He says nothing. Both, searching for Roses that grow on Clover stalks. Melancholy, 45 She screams─ Lost and muted by Dense clouds Of confusion─ No one will hear. 50 Her dream fades, In his arms, Exhausted─ Faint. Time and again, 55 The dream returns, Beyond her youth, Into a lifetime of Childish memories as Daddy’s little girl. 60 |