We are locked in a cloak of dreams
Knock three times and we might let you in
The stars light up
Like popsicles in treacle
We dance on candy bars
Dodge the corners of reality
Inside and out
The dull scrape of plaster board
Wears
Me
Out
The orange is crawling in mould
The chocolate is mixed with pepper
Tick tock
Tick tock
The bugs laugh in the mirror
The jam is in the dead fox
The ceiling is in the potion pot
We dream behind a five bar gate
Where the bandages are damp
Down the hole
Over and out
The grief eats
Bare bones
Empty bones
Frozen shines in the night
A resolute promise
You have to get high
To avoid the storm
Inside we are done
And dusted
She taps my dead arm
A jovial tune
I am locked in a cloak of dreams
Knock three times and I might let you in.
Getting high to avoid the storm only works if the storm isn't everywhere. One has to land sometime, and usually the storm is still there. We have to trust that we were built to weather storms safely, which isn't to say I don't dread those same clouds on the horizon...
ReplyDeleteYes - wise words thank you Ann...it made me think of Dorothy...how she found her courage and heart and wits but didn't really need to leave the house as the storm carried it away anyway...and all she needed was inside...let's hope whatever storms head our way we can weather them..a very happy new year to you
DeleteDear Jae, let all your dreams come true in New Year, and storms will be fireworks like, jovial! :)x
ReplyDeleteThat sounds good! Thank you sparkily humbird wishing you your dreams also xo
DeleteWe cannot live our lives as writers without dreaming. Entering our created worlds and experiencing that thrill that we have written for our characters. At times I don't know which one I am. May your year be blessed with more adventures with Alice to intrigue and amuse us Jae.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Old Egg..dreams are the best - less pressure than actually having to do things! Sending you our best wishes for a happy new year also
DeleteKeep looking forward to the new year that is up ahead because all our shadows of the past will be left in the dust, and on the first day we can start anew once again. Of course a new years doesn't always have to be the reasoning behind changing one's self for the best, but it is an excellent place to start. Great poem full of so many weird metaphors Jae! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Kenn...what a lovely comment...and we hope to dish up some more weird metaphors shortly..happy new year to you
DeleteDream on... Well penned! Happy new year,may your dreams come true... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Ramya...and yours too I hope!
DeleteMy bandages are also damp. Knock. Knock. Knock. Come out with me into the sunshine and we will dry off together.
ReplyDeleteYou are always welcome Monica - yes let's go out into e sun...air our wounds and then maybe a little spot of tea and cake by the fire afterwards...hope you are well and a very happy new year from me and Aice (of course)
DeleteI've circled around some of your dreams for a while now. If it's alright with you, I'll just loiter outside... :-) (Happy New Year Jae.)
ReplyDeleteI think that's a very wise choice J Cosmo - and a happy new year to you too :)
Deletewishing all your good dreams come true this new year, nice poem
ReplyDeleteThe Gone Year
Thank you and best wishes back Cifar :)
DeleteKnock, knock, knock....I hope you will let me in. Another wonderful piece!!! Since my computer was down I have to catch up....
ReplyDeleteYou are always welcome x
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