This week, Miss Rumphius challenged us to a metaphor poem. Last time I participated, I wrote a roundel about dreams. This morning, as I lay in bed at 4:30 trying to fall back asleep (I’ve been waking up early–even earlier than my usual 5:30 time—lately), metaphors for dreams started to float through my head. So I got up and wrote them down. I seem to have a dream theme going on! Anyway, here’s what I’ve got.
A Dream Is…
an hourglass, lying on its side, sand stilled
a cat draped across my shoulders, soft and purring
a tattoo I don’t remember getting until I roll up my sleeves the next afternoon
a silver fish slipping through my slow hands
an expanding labyrinth without a center
a time machine back to third grade, where I tried to get seated next to the boy I liked,
but far away from the Hitler-obsessed boy who liked me
a spell to wake the dead and invite them to walk the dog and pitch one more game
a surreal art gallery, images melting into each other without boundaries
a lazy ride on a seagull’s back, watching the ocean spin by below
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
You can still participate in this week’s challenge. It’s a fun, basic one (thank you for the break, Tricia–my brain was hurting!).
P.S. Why, when I upload an image to the LJ Scrapbook, does it shrink it, even if I make sure the image is small enough to fit on my blog screen. That drives me crazy!