Monday, October 02, 2006

October Dream

photo by Nancy Vaughn

I dreamed of a place without fences
and the women and the trout swam free
and sheep safely grazed
under the watchful eyes of wolves
and I dreamed red maples
bled syrup on platoons’ pancakes
and farm wives with rolling pins
and blue aprons ruled the waves.
I dreamed you were a wading bird
with an appetite just the size
of my pale crustacean body and mind
as I swam between your legs
and back without caution
and I dreamed of the hills
only the blind can see
and I tasted frost-bit apples
from the broken tree of good and evil.
In the dark, I dreamed of the dark.
I dreamed of hell
but there were no fires.
In fact, it was raining cold rain.
I dreamed of hell
and there were armies
shipping home trinkets and the slain.
And in this hell of a dream
there were papers to be filed,
there was nowhere to walk,
and no one was ever on time.
I dreamed of hell
and you were not there
and no one helped carry the pain.

- Ralph Murre


S.L. Corsua said...

This pinches the heart, especially with that ending. Especially since the poem had begun with a dream of peace, contentment, freedom, equality. And compassion for all, ANYone. Sigh.

shipping home trinkets and the slain

That line I will remember from this piece. Thank you for sharing it.

Ralph Murre said...

And thank you, as always,
for your good thoughts.

Great to hear from you again.

- arem