The Witch of Dreams

The Witch of Dreams

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

You didn’t tell me, when I found you
That you were the Witch of Dreams,
You conjured spells in your afternoons
Of many and varied scenes.
When late at night put the sun to flight
And the moon rose over the hill,
You’d lie in bed, and you’d lay your head
In the dreams you are dreaming still.

You’d fill my head with colours and dread,
With your images light and dark,
And take my hand on a stretch of sand,
Or dance in a Faery Park,
I never knew if the scenes were you
Or spells, raised up in the mist,
With a goblin, elf, or your own sweet self,
And lips that I’d never kissed.

Your scenes float over the cyber seas
And come to rest in my head,
They take my words from a grim disease
That I may have written or read,
You conjure scenes that are lost in time
And you bring them back to my eyes,
Then I recall, with the tears that fall,
Each love, its time and demise.

Your dreams will ever bewitch me, girl,
Your scenes will tug at my heart,
Whatever spells are in store for me
You’ll send, though we are apart.
We neither dwell in the real world
In truth, for we’ve never met,
But surely, you are the Witch of Dreams
As sure as your name’s Jeanette.

David Lewis Paget

© 2017 David Lewis Paget


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This has a wonderul vagueness about it David.
It's obviously an ode, an homage but the whole way through I was convinced it was in honour of the ethereal muse but seeing the name tacked on at the very very end (which is typical DLP) I wonder if it's for a very real muse (and i know the real vs imaginary aspect of the muse is a whole other minefield...)
Intriguing and eloquent my friend.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A lovely tale. Glad I'm back to read more of your tales.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Very intriguing poem. In the end you give her a name. I like it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


A tempting story told in the poem my friend.
"We neither dwell in the real world
In truth, for we’ve never met,
But surely, you are the Witch of Dreams
As sure as your name’s Jeanette."
I liked the above lines. Sirens, witches and muses can make us dream deadly or sweet. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poem.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


This has a wonderul vagueness about it David.
It's obviously an ode, an homage but the whole way through I was convinced it was in honour of the ethereal muse but seeing the name tacked on at the very very end (which is typical DLP) I wonder if it's for a very real muse (and i know the real vs imaginary aspect of the muse is a whole other minefield...)
Intriguing and eloquent my friend.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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