Imps

Deborah Bailey

jumping out of my bones
and crackling along tiled floors

creeping like ants in the pantry
quietly stealing invisible nibbles
from tomorrow's meals

bouncing light as sunshine
across the walls
and splashing softly
against closed windows

tugging at your eyelids
tapping your elbows and knees
tripping and tickling over your toes

no damage is done
when they escape the cage of my ribs
only a rustling in the silence

illuminating the space where you dream
they will finally be seen

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Deborah Bailey
Deborah Bailey enjoys writing poems that blur the boundaries between physical realities and emotional or imaginary conditions, to explore some of the vulnerabilities of existence. A recently retired school social worker, she has finally mustered the courage to submit her poems for publication, hoping others will enjoy the imagery.