The lemon glass vase
An empty vessel
Superfluous
In a houseful of fiction
Books imprisoned in trunks
Above and behind
An unlocked loft door
Not knowing what fate
Awaits them
Such bounty unclaimed
Vitriol and venom
The rapier tongue
Cuts to the quick
Severs the jugular
Suited and booted
I take of my leave
Once there was a lemon vase
It is nowhere to be found
A recurring nightmare then and now still haunts for reasons unknown
- MIKE STEEDEN - 
Your imagery is superb. Nicely done. I have a recurring dream of a Hersey’s chocolate bar, but..that is for another day.
Not superfluous if used as a weapon.
Interesting – if the dream could be controlled perhaps I could throw it to the floor!
Unique post , the beauty remains with the lemon vase the most.Cheers.Jalal
Thank you Sir.
perhaps the meaning lies hidden in the vitriol – superbly written
Thank you – and you may well be correct with your observation.
Perhaps your writing will kill the nightmare once and for all. Fabulous verse! 😀
Hope so. Cheers Rachel.
😀
Beautifully eerie! I love your mind and how you managed to transpose a dream into poetry.
Cheers.