Strange Dream Poem #1

Strange Dream Poem #1

 

 

1.

And then, I fell asleep.

And you were beside me again.

And we came to the edge of the wood,

And slept under stone.

Your skirt split; a plane flew by.

I looked up at the sky,

But saw only white faces.

 

2.

And we stepped  together, until the music died.

Light and webs in the crippled trees,

And the Jackal started to talk.

Tselinoyarsk. Tselinoyarsk:

Seek out what the birds have lost.

Where the scenery was smoke,

And where you would find your sister,

Alive in the tomb.

But wary of his leer, you ran,

Your back to me, and your long hair.

And the Jackal said to me;

Beware the East March,

And the lilac fields where,

My gun was buried.

 

           

3.

And sprinted the webs in between,

The trees, you ran and ran.

They ate you alive! They ate you alive!

You screamed.

Where we sat together on the low seat,

Under the cross that liked to sing.

Beside the cryptic stone fountain,

We were kissed hands,

Until youth, a shady dream.

A gift this was, to be together again.

To dream until we died.

To lie naked and alone on dust.

To hold hands beneath the lakeside.

I bargained, I bargained,

Until I won:

A year of stealth,

For a season of your face.

 

4.

And I couldn't evade him.

Around the corners of the killer road,

He swept me away.

And when you thought I was dead,

I ran backwards

Instead.

We searched and searched,

Behind, beneath the house.

Beneath the bed, above the floor,

But we could not find her. Only,

The poster on the wall.

The gold harp on the roof of the tree.

And the plague that came before us,

Was the meadow we left behind.

 

 

5.

And so I gave you to him, the Jackal, lo.

Sitting beneath the window wall.

I'll steal everything you ever own.

I of grim and calculate frown,

Sitting patient outside the chateau.

Protect her, protect her, the Jackal said.

We were us here,

We could have wandered

Scarred and brittle fields.

Haunted houses and lengthened shades.

You swim before you grin,

And frown before you drown.

And the beating heart on the grass,

Told me to eat you,

To eat you before you die.

 

6.

He killed you, he left you there.

I came and went and did not care.

I thought you were dying,

Or about to.

But you were laughing instead.

Laughing towards me,

Laughing upon my skin.

You were my only dream.

We could have sealed ourselves away.

And never spoken,

Just listening to each other's sighs.

But I was awake now.

And you weren't there,

Only,

The faces on the window wall.

Reviews

[Salar Majak]

WOW!
this is such a dazzling, confusingly AMAZING poem.
i love how the scene changes every little while, i love how you portrait the picture of dying, of living and of mere fear.
to have such a dream, i'd be scared as hell!
but to write about it, and in this creativity, wow!! This is one of my favorites!

[s y e]

Yeah, strange dream but we all get them, I have some extremely odd ones :-P That either have me laughing at how weird it was or crying at the fright I got, haa.

I liked this!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Perfect...truly. I was enthralled from start to finish by this one. You painted a dreamscape that came alive within the words. I love the progression of this one...it had sort of a tidal flow. The last stanza was so extremely poignant. I've often had dreams such as these. Well expressed.

[quinfinn]

odd, isn't it, how dreams are always so easy to accept because they come from our own minds....or do they? i'll let you ponder on that while i tell you what i thought of this write. i like the fact that you made it seem ethereal and dreamlike with your descriptions and your fragmented and loose thoughts...very effective...but it read somewhat like a journal, which...i think, damaged the quality of the experience ever so slightly...still, an awesome piece of writing, very much readworthy.

[TheSweet]

This is very clear and flows quite nicely. Interestingly written and held my attention, so it's a decent read :) Thanks for sharing.

[kublakhan27]

Dreams can be great sources of inspiration...a very interesting collection of episodes, well done.

[Silhouette]

Very strange, but i love how the words flow plus it reads quite well. Thank you so much for penning =)

[Rhianne Ney]

Strange dream indeed, but nicely versed poem (: Great job

100/100

[icelandicblue]

Our minds dance in unknown lands when we sleep but if we look closely we can often find meaning for those images as we try to make sense of the world around us. I found these lines most intriguing:

Your back to me, and your long hair.
And the Jackal said to me;
Beware the East March,
And the lilac fields where,
My gun was buried.

[Rogue]

I do really like the way you structure these pieces. There is something about it that works very well with your wording and the imagery that's perceived.
While the content is dark, the whole of it is actually beautiful.