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.
Yes to the first and no to the second ... although, now that I've read "bedtime story" I will. Vividly.
ReplyDeleteI 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.'
ReplyDeletelovely and tragic all at once.
ReplyDeleteSo vivid I felt it all within myself. It gets no better than that, my friend.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. Vivid dreams, well spilled.
ReplyDeleteThat's the power of dreams: They tend to slip into your conscious thinking and affect the real world. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteYes and yes to your questions...there are times I would rather not sleep when nightmares walk across the night.
ReplyDeleteYes and yes to your questions...there are times I would rather not sleep when nightmares walk across the night.
ReplyDeleteI 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. ~
ReplyDeleteUuurgh I hate those kind of dreams, they seem to linger after waking too.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletei prefer insomnia to nightmares...
ReplyDeleteeek! that's when i have to be shaken awake from the muffled screaming.
ReplyDeletesweet dreams, Fireblossom!
This gives me chills, Shay.
ReplyDeleteI hate those gasping awake dreams - this captures that feeling perfectly, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWhen books and dreams conspire to haunt us, it can make for a scary night:~)
ReplyDeleteI 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."
Boy oh Boy...
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I never remember any of my dreams! People might think I'm Crazy!!
That is quite nightmarish! I'm with G-Man. Glad I don't remember my dreams either.
ReplyDeleteI only rarely remember my dreams. But I have had some jolt-awake ones that stuck with me for a long time.
ReplyDeletethis is so lovely...the thin veiled line between sleeping and waking.
ReplyDeletethey say our dreams tell us our fears, our desires. i wonder how much of this is true.
stacy lynn mar
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