A dream well aged

~a dream well aged~

It was so long ago, 

it has gotten old now, 

that I dreamt,

of red-brick homes 

in the country, 

of pale, featureless skies,

engulfing overgrown gardens, 

of hawkweeds pressed against my palm,  

of hot breezes that crept to the front stairs

with me,

of copper kettles that hissed

in our mahogany kitchen,

of you fussing about the correct temperature

for baking cakes, the likes of which,

I am unable to find

in the stale city roads. 

It was so long ago,

I often forget to remember.

Author's Note

Review and comment, please. Let me know what you think of it. This is a very old poem that I had left to rot, and only picked up with a look of contempt yesterday. I decided I could still see a poem in the scrawled scrambles. The poem reminds me of summer, and has already achieved a little place in my heart.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It was not so long ago memory cannot take us there...where hollyhocks grow tall and fields stretch green and fair...beneath cornflower skies wearing cotton candy pink...when the day is done and the sun begins to sink...behind the the rustic homes and barns all painted brick dust red... not long before the moon and stars tuck children into bed...where evening warmth will wear a honeysuckle scent... mixed with musty hay and heat the summer day has lent...the berry pies and coffee; the soft homemade ice cream...quilts and country rocking chairs may mingle in our dream...It was not so long ago but see...the fire still holds some embers...burning in that long ago if we will but remember. (Love your poem) (smile)

[Moonie]

Your review is prettier than my poem, dear friend!!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Thank you...if I am particularly inspired by reading something I may reply in verse since that's what poets tend to do with inspiration. But it was your work that offered the inspiration and that is what every poet should strive to offer. Blessings of peace and love.

[Bright Ocean Star]

This one smacks of long treasured memories of summers at grandma's house, sitting watching her bake her cakes and breads each day....She's long gone, but these memories are forever in my head to take out and savor when I get a minute to remember.... Beautiful..

[Moonie]

I actually pictured my mum. It is funny and amazing how the same words affect different people differently. I see my mum fussing about cakes, slapping my hand when I reach for a bite, while, you, dear ocean star, see your grandma baking breads and cakes. The poems and words become beautiful only when brilliant readers such as you, see the poem merge with their own experiences. =) it is truly fascinating how mere words can make us relive some precious moments. =)
thanks for the lovely review. Your reviews always touch my heart.:))

[Bright Ocean Star]

You are always welcome, dear fairest daughter. I treasure your writings, and love your reviews as well...:)

[Taylor_McCutcheon]

I find it ironic that this poem is about forgetting the country but in your author note you said you forgot about this poem. That's pretty deep actually. I truly hope you find and remember what makes you happy. This is a great poem that everyone should read.

[Moonie]

Wow, this is a really, really awesome way to look at it. Unintended irony always feels good.
Thanks for the lovely review, dear Taylor. You are always welcome to my profile. Send me read requests anytime. I would love to read your writing. =)

[Taylor_McCutcheon]

Thank you very much and same goes for you :) you are very welcome

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. I enjoyed the journey you took me with. We need to remember the old places. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Moonie]

Thank you for sharing the amazing review. And yes, the places we where we grew up, never leave us.=)

[Madalyn Beck]

This is a beautiful pen and wonderful expression. Great job! I can feel the country side in this! :)

[Moonie]

Wow, thanks a lot! I am glad you like it, dear Madalyn. The country side is always a great place for dreaming. Ironically, this is a dream about the country side.=)

[Emily]

I love it! The way you wrote it was just so prefect!

[Moonie]

Thank you for the lovely comment. It means a lot to me.=)

[John Anderson]

Beautifully expressed and very nicely written

[Moonie]

Thank you for this sweet little comment. It echos volumes in my heart. :))

[Einstein Noodle]

well done! i can feel taste and smell the old English countryside of memory .. poetry doesn't rot Moongirl!
E.

[Moonie]

Thank you very much. I am overjoyed to hear that from you. Imagery has always been one of my weak points though.
And yes, poetry never rots, it matures and ages, just like dreams. I even used this wordplay in the title. Alesson well learnt!
~moongirl

[Justin]

that was really good, i can picture everything inside of my head, it looks amazing!!! i really enjoyed this!!

[Moonie]

Wow, geez, thanks a lot!! I am glad you liked it. Imagery has always been one of my weak points though. =)
you are welcome to my profile and can send me read requests anytime. I would read as soon as possible. =)

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing

[Moonie]

Why, thank you, dearest Amos. Your sweet little comment echos deep in my heart. Do you mind recommending any other suitable title for the poem, as I am unable to find a suitable one.=)

[Jennie Baron]

You have a real talent for imagery and making the scene seem real. And those last two lines are truly memorable.

[Moonie]

Thank you very much, ma'am. Those last 2 lines just hit my head all of a sudden and I though I could use them. =)