Dream Poem 56: The Tunnel
We are invaded by the enemy
Suddenly life is turned upside-down.
A few people have time to run down to the cellar
and beyond the cellar is a network of tunnels and doors.
We are cosy under blankets on old upholstered arm-chairs.
We’ve been down here a few days when we realize it is very
quiet upstairs.
I sneak to see what’s going on
and am discovered.
The soldier says he’s getting sonic readings of an area
under the house.
‘It’s the cellar’ I say
and then think – why did I say that?
They find the cellar and I’m supposed to stay with them.
I manage to get ahead and see the people out of the tunnel
“Get in. Get in quickly – they are coming”
They just manage to shut the door when the soldiers come up
and ask what I was doing
and I say, “I was just playing with my doll.”
It’s all very nerve wracking
but the soldiers don’t find the tunnel or my friends.
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