Wrap myself in verdant dreams –
creaseless envelope of hope –
have written my deepest desire,
sealed the vessel shut…
meanwhile, reality oozes red,
like puss from open wounds,
creeps into careful corners,
bleeds through edges…
nothing neat about dreaming –
life demands, cuts, prods,
does not bargain – hope is fine
unless control is the container.
(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: verdant; Fandango: meanwhile; and Reena’s Exploration Challenge: bleeding edge.)
Image from personal collection.
One Woman's Quest 