This one's for Leland Hermit, who just told me to "pick up that PENtameter and write" when I said I wasn't feeling lyrical. So, here's the first thing that sprung to mind - some 10-minute free verse. What's it about? It's up to you :) Happy Saturday! May it be treating you well. Happy bunnies and all that.
copyright Vickie Johnstone
Dreamscape
It twists
Where morning rises
Watching, barefoot
In the mind’s eye glaring
Between close spaces
A twitch
A sigh
A burrowing down deep
Where the raven cries
A sharp shrill
Breaking silence
So sad it ceases to sigh
Fulfilled anew it dances
In the shallow light of eyes
Twisting
Unable to break
Beneath the moon’s rinse -
A pure silvery light
Unshaded by the night sky
So soon to distil itself
Into a dreamscape
Snaking round sleeping souls
They drift
In drifting they wake the world
To rebegin again
In the echo of their dreams
Such a muse despairs
No longer
Twisting, it aches
It breaks to breathe anew
Where past patterns fixed
The raven takes flight
His heavy wings pumping air
Like a swimmer’s limbs
The somnambulant express
He tips, soaring
Way above the sleeping heads
And floating dreams, soundless
Snaking
It twists,
Forever
twisting.copyright Vickie Johnstone
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