Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Bedtime Story

Have you ever tripped at the top of the stairs,
to find you weren't at the top of the stairs,
but in bed
startled awake?

Have you ever watched a girl in sailor dress and shoes,
a spinning ballerina in sailor dress and shoes,
on the slick rocks
by the side of the lake?

I dreamed of blonde hair spread on the water.
I dreamed I was running, screaming,
by the side of the water,

then I was awake,
destroyed and
gasping.


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for Mama Zen's Words Count at Real Toads. I blew past the word count. Forgive me, MZ!

inspired in part by Lauren Belfer's novel "City Of Light", which my BFF Hedgewitch so kindly gave to me.  

20 comments:

Susan said...

Yes to the first and no to the second ... although, now that I've read "bedtime story" I will. Vividly.

hedgewitch said...

I knew it! I knew this was that! Forgive the incoherence, but on the second stanza I started seeing scenes(as I imagined them) from the book. I love this, Shay--and that first stanza describes so perfectly that sensation of falling(I usually think it's off a swing) that we get in a sleep/awake state. The last lines of this, so cold, so familiar, I just love for their perfect picturing of that moment when 'she' becomes 'me.'

TexWisGirl said...

lovely and tragic all at once.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So vivid I felt it all within myself. It gets no better than that, my friend.

De said...

Gorgeous. Vivid dreams, well spilled.

HermanTurnip said...

That's the power of dreams: They tend to slip into your conscious thinking and affect the real world. Great piece!

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes and yes to your questions...there are times I would rather not sleep when nightmares walk across the night.

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes and yes to your questions...there are times I would rather not sleep when nightmares walk across the night.

grapeling said...

I just dream I'm trying to run but get no traction. Freud would have a field day, but I think he's like the Easter Bunny. Or maybe Tooth Fairy. Oh, I don't eat pepperoni no mo' - I no longer eat mammals. ~

Kathryn said...

Uuurgh I hate those kind of dreams, they seem to linger after waking too.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I have had that tripping sensation in sleep - I'm sure it has a name. I like how you made that your opening and then took the poem to a different place, partly promising and partly fearful, the place of dreams.

Sumana Roy said...

i prefer insomnia to nightmares...

Marian said...

eek! that's when i have to be shaken awake from the muffled screaming.
sweet dreams, Fireblossom!

Mama Zen said...

This gives me chills, Shay.

Lynn said...

I hate those gasping awake dreams - this captures that feeling perfectly, Shay.

Sara said...

When books and dreams conspire to haunt us, it can make for a scary night:~)

I do hate nightmares. Speaking of them, you made me curious. I looked up the origin of the word "nightmare" in Wiki.answers. You'll enjoy this, especially given what you wrote.

Wiki says this: "Interestingly, the mare in nightmare has nothing to do with a female horse. Instead, it comes from Old English maere 'goblin, incubus. The word was nigt-mare in 1300, and it referred to an evil female spirit afflicting sleepers with a feeling of suffocation."

G-Man said...

Boy oh Boy...
I'm so glad I never remember any of my dreams! People might think I'm Crazy!!

razzamadazzle said...

That is quite nightmarish! I'm with G-Man. Glad I don't remember my dreams either.

Sioux said...

I only rarely remember my dreams. But I have had some jolt-awake ones that stuck with me for a long time.

Stacy Lynn said...

this is so lovely...the thin veiled line between sleeping and waking.

they say our dreams tell us our fears, our desires. i wonder how much of this is true.

stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/