I try to tell you what is in my head
But words are small – inside my head’s immense,
Crammed full of all the stories that I’ve read.
They’re played out there in bright and present tense,
In dreams and hopes that hardly can be said,
Shadows unnamed that tingle every sense,
Beauty that I could tell you if I dare.
Inside my head’s a world I’d like to share.
Notes: The prompt today was to write in ottava rima. I didn’t find this easy and I’m not very happy with the result, as it should be in iambic pentameter and I seemed to spend most of my time trying to get the stresses right.