In His Dream

A Mediterranean beach of pebbles

A Mediterranean beach of pebbles

In his dream
He walks
With the sun warm on his back
Along a deserted soft pebble beach
Where the Mediterranean
Caresses the small stones
To the music of his soul

When he awakes
The snow is gusting
In the bitter north-easterly
He finds the kettle
For the warmth he craves

In his dream
Papillons float gently
Embracing the fragrance
Of the fuschia-coloured flowers
Whose name he has long forgotten
Indifferent to all
Except the murmur of the bees
Which is music to his soul

When he awakes
The clouds rest on the roof-tops
The snowflakes swoop
Like demented butterflies
Before driving determinedly
Westward

In his dream
The aeroplane rises lazily
Through the grey thickness
Seeking and finding
The only thing
That can halt its progress

When he awakes
He walks
With the sun warm on his back
Along a deserted soft pebble beach
Where the Mediterranean
Caresses the small stones
To the music of his soul

Forever

Bitter north-easterly winds, sub-zero temperatures

Bitter north-easterly winds, sub-zero temperatures

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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13 Responses to In His Dream

  1. emmylgant says:

    Hauntingly beautiful like those dreams that linger long after the night is gone. Magnificently crafted. Bravo.

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  2. bulldog says:

    This is a magnificent offer from you today… love it…

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  3. acflory says:

    She is awake
    with windows closed
    against the smell of septic.

    She wishes she could
    dream again. 😀

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  4. Alastair says:

    What a magnificent piece you’ve written. Attempting a rhyme with this would never do it justice. The difference between the dream and the stark reality is a brilliant convergence of realities. I applaud you on one of your best pieces to date.

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  5. Penny L Howe says:

    Very well written! To me the airplane represents destiny of a sort, perhaps an unwilling one, created from a fear of not achieving a desirable goal. Quite a dichotomy, the beautiful warming shores of the Mediterranean and the bleak, bitter coldness of Scotland’s harsh weather. It appears that the plane (in the dream) is being set up in the greying skies to crash. Brilliant piece!

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  6. This is my favorite one that you have written on here.

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