Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, November 26, 2012

Web of Dreams

Doll by Emma Whitlock

Each night
I part the curtain that separates
Reality from dream
Stepping through I
Symbol archetype meaning metaphor
I lose concreteness
Skin bone blood  
Ephemeral things
Climbing through windows of myth
Drifting on currents of time
I meet myself
In sweet moments of lucidity
Then become lost in a labyrinth
Of consciousness
A Minotaur trapped
In my own mind's maze
Struggling to break free
Opening my eyes still sticky from sleep
I find a silken thread
Clinging to an eyelash.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge


Kerry O'Connor said...

WOW! This is simply amazing! I was instantly caught in your web of words and thrilled to read each successive line. What a unique description of entering the dream-world, and so spot on as an interpretation of the doll. I loved it.

Margaret said...

Of consciousness
A Minotaur trapped
In my own mind's maze

and the silken thread that remains from the dream is a great touch!

Mystic_Mom said...

So well done. Very good.

Helen said...

... as I wipe the sleep from my eyes tomorrow morning, I am going to think of that silken thread.

Hannah said...

Yes!! This is excellent, rich I can almost feel the heaviness of sleep hanging on your words!! Well captured!

Ella said...

I love yours Lolamouse! I did this doll, too...but yours is so vivid and wonderful! I love it~
Well Done @>----------