She longs for clandestine meetings
in the middle of the night; moonlit,
shadow-filled secret trysts are always fleeting.
She’s left crying for more substance and feeling
dissatisfied with the hoots and screams
of owls, the cobweb caresses of the ghosts
in the corner arousing only small emotions –
compared to the great love of which she dreams.
Kim M. Russell, 9th April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 9 The Tuesday Platform: Understand that this is a dream
Sanaa has shared a poem by Allen Ginsberg, entitled ‘Understand That This Is A Dream’, and the NaPoWrimo prompt is to write a poem using the title of Ginsberg’s poem as a point of reference. We can choose our own form or write in free verse.