TOWER OF SHADOWS (photo) & IN A GLASS EYE DARKLY (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

IN A GLASS EYE DARKLY
(a new Celtic myth)

I

it must be a T.V. ad for perfume
for it has that obsessive quality to it,
but whatever it is, it's gorgeous, this underwater
swimming of lovers, she surprising him
with a swift breastroking between the legs
of his water challenged warrior stance,
her dark blond hair trailing along her back
like Celtic knot work almost to her knees

their swords and leathern armor left on land
she leads him on, his rising and falling
like a golden haired wolfhound
in slow motion through the pale green water
filigreed with light

the capacity of their lungs and limbs
waxes astounding as they dive deeper yet,
even as dark branches of seaweed
and ancient coral necessitate they make
many a swirling detour, churning the depths

II

he wakes spewing water, beached by the ocean,
and swipes his sandy hair away from his eyes

staring about in puzzlement and then fear
he thinks, where is she, where is my Fledora?

as he stumbles to his feet movement catches
his smoky gaze, only yards away three
dark haired young women slowly
emerge from the sand but none is Fledora,
his shining Fledora

the trio stands pointing silently to the high
tower of a massive sand castle, even as he rushes
toward it, drawn inexorably in dread

a voice rises above the sandy crenellations, hers!
he listens unbelieving, rivulets of acid tears
rushing down his bearded cheeks

"I have lain here long unliving
from when we first were tossed
out of the depths through which we danced

sand crabs and sea birds drawn to my fading
buried me, little by little, along with the incessant
sculpting of the tides, as the castle grew
imprisoning my spirit in its tower
where I was doomed to stand witness
to life's unending cycles

and I bore visions of the world at its wars,
all the while burning hotter than any sun
until I melted down with the sand
into this clear glass eye
topping the tower:

look into its depths all ye who dare,
and recognize your armored selves
for what they are, then shall you
begin your mourning"


[free verse poem on a dream of 3-3-14. Photo "Tower of Shadows" (8-16-09 5655e) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers, as the above is), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,

[aka: Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's connections & other blogs: Charter Member of the United Haiku and Tanka Society (UHTS); ROSWILA'S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL; ROSWILA'S TAIGA TAROT; and TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.