Dreaming Archetypal

She rises from the river –a culmination of my prayers and tears, I suppose Eyes glow with a ungodly hungerIs she predator or night prowlerI wonder, frozen from fright Disinterested in ego, ignoringperfection, she multipliesher energy frenetic I try to harness her,tame the primal, raw forcefear I cannot house her But she is no one’s […]

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Talk To Me of Horses

Talk to me of horsesthe young man saysthin locks of blonde mattedon a sweaty brow, flashes of bluethat fade as eyes succumbto weariness, the constantwhoosh, whoosh of respirator. Talk to me of horses:the world is losing its gripand I care not aboutthe weather or car mechanics,but I dream of horsesand I am feeling so emotional […]

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Confessions To A Dreamcatcher

Rebellion rages in my veins, Dreamcatcher, so tightly wound I have blocked hopeI want to be good – a good girl –like that man of God saysbut his preaching ways violateprophecies a cover for sinand I am so sullied that I fearlove will distain me. How did I get here, Dreamcatcherchildhood a lost notion – […]

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Night Porter

Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Awake and Dreaming

Sip of brewed mugwortand reality shatterspixelated beadslike a murmurationshapeshifting imagesluring me skywardI am skin-sheddinganti-gravitationalAlice in Wonderlandwatch me grow. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Talking To Myself

Tripping over guilthow I need to make amends Meanwhile, charity leaves me vulnerable Lose credibility,momentum No longer a pick up for othersditched without a lifeline *** These are but feelingsI’m more comfy couchthan utility vehicleand credibility –well that’s earned Pick myself upwade through vulnerabilitygrateful for giving handssome amends best leftto the lessons gainedguilt not worth […]

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Light of Day

Failures, like eel grasslurk in slumber’s watersentangle me in regret I’m drowning in should’sand what if’s, until gaspingI awake with a start The light of consciousnessreleases me from emotional bogilluminates the rational I am restored, set upon the shoresof revelation, ready to stepforward with forgiveness. (For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: light. Image my own.)

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In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman Mother-centred grey-haired essence oozing strength – a vessel, rain focused decoding political lies. Leaders are locked targeting anxiety selective stances patriarchal bedmates ending unsafe Rioters blow up martyr consciousness metamorphosis in throngs chemicals insignificant when innocence ignored temples violated. What is next? A future gatekeeper spouting personal freedom recalling pleas, […]

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Childhood Home

The place remains in my dreams like a movie set preserved… Have assigned each room a critique – disclosed the crimes Yet, it remains, like a beacon draws me to it, begs reflection What if I could go back now that I can breathe Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity would I discover a […]

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Morning Fog

Predawn Poseidon rises unfurls a blanket fog, burying shore and sky I awaken in a cloud, set adrift before feet touch floor – dream within a dream. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.  Image my own.)

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