Day Of Visions

I wrote this for a writing competition. The correct name for the genre in which I write is Visionary Fiction, based on dreams, visions and mystical experiences- both real ones and imagined ones.

 

On that day of visions

We rose to the mountain top

In snowy, evanescent mist,

Out of body, out of our minds.

A panoramic vista spread before us,

Vivid, like projections on a wall.

Could these pictures be our future,

Or visions of the inner side of life?

We tried to divine, through the white haze,

Prophecies of relevance to us.

 

On that day of visions

We soared across the sea,

Wondering if inspiration came

From the group we made together,

Buoying one another’s courage,

Sharing flights in dreams.

This is a prophet’s club,

When most expect a single seer.

We held hands in a line, like children,

To make sure no-one fell.

 

The colours that we saw

Were sunrise on a future day

That we all longed to live through.

We narrated our report

Like newscasters on the air,

In the air, realms rarefied,

Swept up the audience.

Taking turns distilling signs,

We broadcast sparkling hope to them,

On that day of visions.

 

Author's Note

You may see this on Facebook under my real name instead of one of my pen names.

Reviews

[tumi]

strong imagery, well narrated, easy flow of words
a strong tone, make it outstanding..
very good