A living quilt of stars and meadows
lies across my bed;
my spirit rises from my body
pale as the dead.
I am water rushing in the river,
ever towards the sea;
I flow through culverts and canals
but you won’t see me.
I am clouds and I am stars
dotted in the sky;
in the arms of the man in the moon,
I dance on by
above the woods and meadows,
floating on night air,
racing barn owls through my dreams
without a care.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction challenge
Jane says: ‘This is a painting that’s odd if you don’t know anything about it, so I’m not going to give anything away. I like it for itself, and I’m sure it will suggest some dream-like writing.’
I don’t know if it’s allowed but the image inspired a poem!