The Dream ~ Henri Rousseau
In the corners of a darkened dream
Fingers words in the wood will score
Lovers’ hearts in sap to gleam
Twig-like kisses on littered floor
Celtic heart on stone to carve
Verdigris veins the circle completes
Give me light these leaves to green
Suck these roots the black earth writhes
With fist and hammer to scrub me clean
Whittle me down to the barest of lives
Through valleys green on wings of wet iron
Pass your laws in warm earth pen
Enforce it with the passage of time
Deliver me from the jurisdiction of men
Stitch my lips with rust and twine
Across dry yellow plain on a breath of sand
Wrap your begging branches around me
Hold me fast in your bark embrace
Green my eyes so I can’t see
This bitter seed, this human race
African head in grass to weave
Thorn and dust an arc describes
In the corners of an enlightened dream
Fingered beads will keep the score
Shadows will move behind the screen
Who says there’s a key to every door?
7 comments:
An excellent piece Pisces.
Really lovely :-)
Very nice, Pisces. This would've made a great TT post, as well!
Thanks all
WOW.This one is really nice!Inspired,the dream
"Celtic heart on stone to carve.."
Six words, one sentence.. pure theatre.
Bravo
Candie: merci!
Jimmy: The Iscariot household operates with an African head and a Celtic heart :)
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