Ghost of a dream

I am the ghost of a dream long dead,

chained in the dungeon of your heart

A fettered fantasy locked in your head

retained as a mummified storybook part

You dream of a savior with a slaves behavior

You say from any old soul could fulfill this goal

But with their failure they fall out of favor

Only a shiny knight's role can you cajole

You gave up fairy-tales as a child

Straw can not be spun into gold

You pull nature's flowers, as weeds reviled

Why must even God be controlled?

So until it can be said that the last ghost has fled,

I'll sound the knell of this phantom bell

Crying “Bury your dead, from them beautiful flowers are fed

So release me from the spell so fell of your wishing-well”

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem is a tale, stepping back into the past: mysterious, worthy of thought and from start to end intrigues and inspires a second or more read.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your read and kind remarks they areappreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

A reminder that many dreams don’t come true. What a heartbreaker they can be. Third stanza my favourite. Great imagery Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for the review and most kind words.

[Blackbird]

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

dreams can seem like outdated pennies thrown into a murky wishing well.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob if they are really old they might be worth something.

[Matthew Kult]

Excellently imaged, poetically creative. Lovely flow and rhyme scheme. Great read.

With love

Matthew