Dream Poem 105: The Paternoster In an elevator, there are two women. Each in their world of pain. Each unable to help the other. image: http://charmbtrippin.com/goats-at-the-prague-lucerna-rooftop/
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Dream Poem 102: The Maze, The Wall, The Question or Belshazzar’s Answer. Daniel 5:5 “In the same hour the fingers of a man’s hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of King Belshazzar’s wall. “ The Genius Professor and I, along with other research scientists, computers, equipment and robots are working as a team bang in the middle of a maze. Looking for the answers. One of the robots, unexpectedly is Swallowed up by the wall, For not fulfilling his role adequately. I see what is happening and catch hold of his eye as he disappears. I pull and pull, hanging on to the eye. Yards of metal tape come out But I kept hold of it. I want answers. The wall is a female entity and speaks to me saying “you are not playing fair” But I say “Any means are ok in order to get the answer” And she clenched her grip on the robot tighter But I would not relinquish my grasp and pulled harder And finally the robot came up to t...
Dream Poem 100: Through the X of Pinking Shears Scissors in the kitchen. Long arms Spider fingers Table full of possibility Popping and bursting with ideas and plans. In my hand a pair of pinking shears Their serrated edges Waiting to decorate An edge With a row of miniature mountains Or a factory roof. The scissors X Is a gateway Crawl through only slightly hazardous Just avoid the sharp blades like Indiana Jones. But once through A whole world of pink rivers Purple sunsets, golden mountains, green lakes and blue grass. The sound of cicadas Not too loud My hammock and a sweet iced tea in my hand. It is a high hammock So my feet don’t touch the ground There is a breeze Sweet with magnolia blossom and grass My eyes close in the warmth of evening.
Dream Poem 99: The End of an Affair I am in a large flat in an institutional apartment block, a student residence I am doing some teaching and the flat comes with the teaching job I have got a piano People are bringing it down stairs in sections It is very heavy I have been in and out all day Two people have come to collect me I go around Turning the lights off As we leave.
Dream Poem 98: Disguised Wine A court of manners A 1700’s party All powder and crinoline. Underneath the guests all desire to be top dog They outdo each other With rare and expensive bottles of wine. I’m am in disguise and try and pull off the act that I belong. The wine is dusty And horridly dry but it is the oldest, most expensive and sought after. Later I am discovered And I tell everyone, blurt it out “Your wine is awful.”
Dream Poem 85: Jam at Mass In church Mass is going on I am out of step with people. At communion I kneel on the alter step in slightly the wrong place. The matriarchal sisters are giving communion out but its jam, not a host A teaspoon in a jam jar of strawberry there is not much left in it, just a scraping. After mass there is a lot of good cake on sale I buy some. One of our group is assaulted in the toilet We have to leave this is an outrage Everyone hears but says nothing They let it happen.
Dream Poem 93: Ice Grey Spray of silvery sea water Numb cold, blue cold Smashing against a towering cliff of grey granite Immediately it touches land the water is turned to ice. High, high up, the brine is frozen into stalagmites of gleaming pewter grey Instant freeze, towering cliffs. Incrusted like wax from a guttering candle layers of frozen water, Icy concretion by wave after relentless wave of bitter cold deep.
Dream Poem 46: Life Guards At the pool, A poster is asking for trainee lifeguards But only men need apply. Two of us women read the notice and were outraged. A couple of shady guys hire us for their new pool. Something unpleasant about them, untrustworthy. We started working as lifeguards But soon the men became bored of us and the pool And have moved on to a new venture Leaving us and the pool.