This dream is a moon-faced owl
shining brightly in a silver tree,
its amber orbs cups of honey
that drip sweetly in a sleeper’s eye.
This dream is a rasping call
that echoes through windy branches,
the spiky tip of a nightmare’s tail
brushing against a windowpane
illuminated with star-fall –
before it flicks and disappears
into the darkest depths of night.
This dream is an artist’s canvas
daubed with orange monkey flowers
and tufts of foxy ferns, tangles
of Rousseau strokes and jungle
noise that hums and jangles.
This dream is a singed moth,
a kamikaze insect hurtling
its body against a hot light-
bulb after waking at twilight,
a fuzzy corpse dizzily twirling
onto the windowsill of dawn.
Kim M. Russell, 28th January 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics with Lillian
Lillian greets is from San Diego, from where she is hosting Poetics today. She says that, in the course of adjusting to different time zones and California weather, she found herself humming the old Mamas and Papas tune, California Dreamin’, and thinking about dreaming: whether it’s affected by where you live, weather, time zones, career or vocation, or even preferred writing genre.
Lillian says she started to remember songs that feature dreams and dreaming, some of which she has shared with us and provided links. She asks us to take a moment to listen to them and then write poems that take us inside dreams.